Remembering my mother has had its own little rituals. When she first died, I spent nights at the house copying her recipie cards during toddy time before dinner.

Then when I was at College (I went back to school after she died), it was Memorial day and I was wondering around the local cemetery and could not figure out what I could do to remember her by. Thenit occured to me to get a ring and I had her initals and birth and death dates inscribed within the ring. I wear this all the time. Also during this time and since then, I have celebrated her birthday with a small piece of cake that I get from a local baker/grocery store. I have done that for so many years, I had to introduce my second husband to the ritual.

When my first husband died and since, I cannot think of any sepecific rituals that I do for him. All I know is that my heart has been broken pretty badly and even loving my current husband it is not the same as it was with my first husband. I guess I have love with some severe scarring on top. I do remeber the phone ringing every now and then. I always thought that was my first husband checking in on me.

That is my story...hope it helps.

Red Rock