It’s a tough one
by Kate Hammer, commercial storyteller
(It’s a tough one – my mom passed very suddenly in July. After a family funeral, I’m finishing 2 weeks solid of packing up her home. Its 90 degrees and humid outside, but oak leaves are starting to fall. I’m loading the trunk of her car with memorabilia bound for storage…and picking out dead leaves as they cartwheel in on top of the boxes: her life and memories in cardboard rectangles.)
August 31, 2014
Oak Leaf © 2014 Gregg Fraley. All rights reserved.
Lost & Found 
The umbilicol cord that attaches our life to that of our mother, is never really severed, is it? It can´t be, it represents our attachment to our bloodline, that goes way beyond the moment in time when we were born.
Que vaya con Dios, pero que se quede en la tierra en la esencia misma de tu vida. (May she go with God, but that the very essence of life that was hers stays here on earth).
I embrace you and your grief, amiga mia.
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