A Postscript for Mother’s Day

It has been ten years that I have been without my Mom. Gone but certainly not forgotten.

Her death reverberates within me, even now. But her life does even more so. She is part and parcel of the tapestry of my life, in both a cellular and existential way. Birth is a lottery in which none of us have a say. I consider myself very fortunate to have begun my journey in the arms of such a fierce, bright, and willful soul.

She was also a woman of many opinions, which she shared freely regardless of our solicitation. Among the many wisdoms she seared into my heart is this tripartite musing on the quest for happiness.

Her truth, and now mine........

"The three essentials to happiness: something to do, something to love, something to hope for." – Joseph Addison