My mom, holding my firstborn, Mara, on the day she was born. I miss my Mom every day and am so thankful for all the love she gave me. It continues. The cycle of life and the flow of love is never stopped by death.
I'm probably talking shit, getting up in my feelings, reading, writing, looking at trees, drinking whiskey, dancing, taking long walks, or doing obsessive research.
My mom, holding my firstborn, Mara, on the day she was born. I miss my Mom every day and am so thankful for all the love she gave me. It continues. The cycle of life and the flow of love is never stopped by death.