It's funny what the mind picks up in those moments, stuff that we don't even realize until the next time we encounter it. The funeral home that handled my father's arrangements was doing construction. Now whenever I smell freshly cut wood, I think of that place, making the arrangements and, of course, him.

I'm sorry about your mom. It's always so hard to say goodbye to someone you love.

I lost my mother two years ago Oct. 31, and I swear there are times when the wind feels more like a caress, or a shard of light thrusts through the clouds just so, that I'm certain it is her hugging me and blowing me kisses from Heaven.
 

I lost my mother two years ago Oct. 31, and I swear there are times when the wind feels more like a caress, or a shard of light thrusts through the clouds just so, that I’m certain it is her hugging me and blowing me kisses from Heaven.
 

It’s funny what the mind picks up in those moments, stuff that we don’t even realize until the next time we encounter it. The funeral home that handled my father’s arrangements was doing construction. Now whenever I smell freshly cut wood, I think of that place, making the arrangements and, of course, him.

I’m sorry about your mom. It’s always so hard to say goodbye to someone you love.