There once was a time when I could not fathom the thought of living without my mother. I was much younger then and my mother was alive and vibrant. She and I were two peas in a pod and life, despite our growing pains, was sweet.
My mother is dead. Well, her physical body has returned to whence it came, the soil, but her spirit remains alive and vibrant. I am no longer able to hug or hold her, but I am able to spend time with her and call upon her guidance. For that I am grateful.
There is an expression “You don’t know what you don’t know”. I never knew back then, when I could not fathom the thought of living without my mother, that I wouldn’t have to. I did not know one’s spirit lives on, remaining ever present, even after the physical body has returned to whence it came. I also did not know I could be even closer to my mother in spirit than I was when we walked this earth plane together. You don’t know what you don’t know – until you do, that is.