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I remember - once she asked - if I was going to capture every moment of spring.
And of course - I said - yes.
Because I can…
Because it’s filled with beauty and hope…
Because it comes and it goes….its time never lasts.
Oh - how I wish she might ask me again.
On what would be her 84th birthday.
Always holding on….never forgetting…remembering my mother.
A sweet bird. A summer tree. The light of a new day dawning.
As it was 6 years ago….it is today.
A moment in time.
I can’t just let it pass me by.
I stop. I remember.
I think about the many ordinary moments that have happened without my taking notice.
I wonder at the extra-ordinary.
I ask of this sweet bird:
Are you my mother?
And - I miss her everyday.
It’s cold. There’s snow. It’s definitely winter.
Some are claiming - still - that this season has shown herself early.
But - as I arrive here….I’m reminded.
Of this same day and 30 years.
As it is now…it was then.
I’ll always remember.
My father.
His vision. His voice. His strength. His presence.
The big things…the little….what’s lost in between.
And - how years pass…seasons happen…life carries on.
Thirty years later.
I honor his spirit.
I hold it precious and dear.
Within.