Immortal No More

Mom died a year ago today. A year later, I miss her. I often meditate about death. It never ceases to amaze me how final, how permanent, death is.

I remember sitting with Mom. One minute, she was breathing, and then she wasn't. The challenge for me has been to not allow myself to make Mom's death the all-consuming event in my life - a black hole, if you will - into which all of my energy is sucked into without ever letting go. Of course I miss my Mom and of course I wish she were here.