Those moments we ache for them, they are there.
They are there and here and exactly where we need them, always.
We just need to remember that.
We need to pay attention.
In the difficult moments, I need to remember that she’s here, just in a different capacity. A different role. A different view. I need to trust that she’ll show up, just as I did when she was alive.
She’s a mother. Mother’s keep their promises, even after they have left this world.
She never missed an important event or an opportunity to be there for her children. Why would death change that?
Those moments where we need them are the times to look around and pay attention, because they are with us, even if it’s in the form of itty bitty lavender pants.
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This piece originally appeared at hopeandharshrealities.com, published with permission.
