We talked about another friend's loss and our discussion caused some of my own sadness to resurface throughout the conversation. I have not cried in awhile though this friend of mine represents some of those beautiful mother qualities that I still yearn for and have not found otherwise. It's not that I did not get them from my own mother. My mom introduced me to these qualities.
I was reading Salon this morning and found this lovely blog post about another woman's grief and loss. The post is called Grieving, I Choose to Make it About Living. Please take some time to read. My most favorite line:
"For when we accept that the choice is ours, then we have understood the preciousness of any time we are allowed."