My mother died seven years ago today. It hit me hard.
“She is a procession no one can follow after
But be like a little dog following a brass band.”
Today I find her in my brothers and sisters.
“What will survive of us is love.”
The love she wrapped around us is the love we have for one another. Thank you, Ma.
Let’s hear it for love.
Our life is love and peace and tenderness; and bearing one with another, and forgiving one another, and not laying accusations one against another; but praying one for another, and helping one another up with a tender hand.
Isaac Penington, 1667