memory tea…

my sweet Mutti was born on this day in 1931…

it is the third birthday she has not been here with us to celebrate in body at least…

coping with grief and loss is a process…

this quote was something I was going to share on Mother’s Day with thanks to my friend Lennie’s daughter Diane for sharing it with me last year …

turns out I needed to hear it today:

“Your Mother is always with you.  She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.  She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore.  She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.  She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.  She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow.  She is Christmas morning.  Your Mother lives inside your laughter.  She’s crystallized in every teardrop.  A mother shows every emotion…..happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow … and all the while, hoping and praying  you will only know the good feelings in life.  She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take.  She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.  Not time, not space … not even death!”  ~Unknown

Happy Angel Birthday My Mutti ~*~ XOXOXO