Comfort

It was my Mum’s birthday a few days ago. She has been dead for many years now but her birthday still has a resonance. I usually raise a glass and a thank you for all she taught me and all she was. Sometimes when I am in a healing session I feel her and once or twice I’ve even felt her hand on my shoulder when I’ve been in a dark place.

I guess there is always comfort when we become aware of the continuing presence of someone we love and miss and of course there is always the way my granddaughter turns her head sometimes or puts her hands on her hips which remind me so much of Mum and which brings her in close to me.