79 Years Young

She appeared so infinitesimally small.
Almost insignificant.
An afterthought in the great grand landscape of the endless sky.

One step - I thought - and she might disappear.
Over that edge and into somewhere. Another world. Another place.
Another life  that - perhaps -  exists after this one.

She's beautiful. Isn't she? 
So brave to be standing out there on that precipice alone.

She'd be 79 years young -  today.
I listen - often -  to my mother's voicemail recording from this day 2 years ago.
She was alive.
She was happy.
She was looking forward to all good things still to come.

Sometimes - I pinch myself.
To reassure.
To remind.
To remember.

Somewhere - she is here.
Watching - I hope.
Celebrating - I pray.
Dancing - I imagine - with my father.

In the clouds. Passing thru. 
Today.