As The Candle Burns

My mother calls and brings it up before I do. “It’s tonight…I’ve been thinking about it…remembering….” I choke back a sob.  “Yes.  It is tonight.  And I’m sad…” I fall apart.  I tell her the thoughts I have. She listens, she shares and she hurts with me. I feel something shift.  The depression lifts and … Continue reading As The Candle Burns

Being Born

We are finishing dinner when I begin. “See, I always had an issue with birthdays.” Smiling, he settles back in his chair. “My mother always forgot my birthday…well, she still can’t figure out the right date…” He laughs. “You never know, maybe this year she’ll remember…the day’s not over yet.” We smile at each other … Continue reading Being Born