thanks, Jonas. My own mother’s presence lasted quite a long time. Lucky me, right? She made her transition at age 80. On her way to volunteer at Obama’s local campaign office in 2008. So bittersweet. She was a snow bird. Already had her bag packed, car train arranged, bills paid and neatly laid out on her dining room table ready to make her seasonal trek from Pennsylvania to southwest Florida. She apparently got up, put on her little capri pants, keds and a nice sweater, but never made it out of her apartment. One massive heart attack and she was gone. So typical really. No muss, no fuss, no unsightly illness which would have hampered her independence. Just BOOM! Off she went on a different journey than the one she had packed for. My 99 year old step father and I miss her every day.
I have a Godmother. She and I adopted each other when she became my spiritual teacher about 24 years ago. She likes to call herself my Mom. But a tiny bit of me silently shrinks away ever so slightly when she does. Like, yeah, I love you too, but…. NO ONE ever takes the place of the one that was the conduit for my landing on this plane. She’s so much a part of my consciousness. I know she will never die.