Recently, my executor duties took me to the Latvian Centre. What started as a simple administrative task that I had hoped would be accomplished over the phone actually turned into a tender and quiet moment remembering Mom.
When I had done what I was there to do, I sat for a moment, just taking a breath and feeling my heart.
Looking at the ribbons and missing Mom. Feeling like my mother's daughter because I have to take a picture.
And seeing her everywhere I look.