January 30, 2005

January 30, 2005 10:33 AM

A winter storm came here this weekend and the trees are laden with ice. At midnight, to the sound of cracking branches, Bartholomew and I sat at the kitchen table to sing Happy Birthday and blow out small black candles on a cake with white icing. This is my second birthday without my mother on this planet. I miss her terribly on this day. The deep bond with her = sacred. Early this morning, as I walked down the hallway, a small candle bulb was suddenly glowing in a lamp in front of the statue my father had given to my mother. I knew then that my mother was letting me know she is always with me.