What a wonderful thread this is!

My mother died a few years ago after living with me for a couple of decades due to her failing health. With that much togetherness between mother and daughter, there were wonderful things and not so wonderful things. It took several years after her death before I could look at her memory objectively and really mourn her as well as celebrate her.

I wasn't aware that I had turned the corner until I finally noticed that I was beginning to buy clothes in the same color of pink that she liked. It made me laugh out loud at how much she would have enjoyed the joke of seeing me, for so long unaware of the connection, dressed in her dusty rose color.

In some odd way it was as if we had both forgiven each other for our real or imagined trangressions and finally a life "together" could go on again.

I'm not so New Age WoooWooo about things but it's remarkable how often now that I feel a strong connection to her, a presence of her as I have for years to my father who passed away in 1959.

Our parents or anyone that we've lost never really leave us. The relationship goes on, just in a different manner.