We are the reflections of love’s union, our parents. We see it in their eyes while we live and in our own, as you suggest, in the mirror. I am with out my fire and ice parents, who matched and endured and balanced their universe, of which I was a circling planet. I found the best in each of them and emulated what I could of that. I was pierced with some of their failings and did my best to twist them into something positive. Not easy, nor was it was for them. In the end, I miss them, but I miss seeing their eyes. I know they would have been filled with pride, in those eyes, with the grandchildren who appeared and placed a mark on my own heart. I feel them sometimes, their eyes on me, on us, on the life I continue to live. I embrace their love because without it, I would not have been able to recognize my own. Thanks for reminding me of my parents today. You write with depth, and I read always your work, sensing tremendous insight.