Two of my Mother’s favorite things were great books and long baths. Preferably done at the same time.
I have inherited those same passions.
These are two of the most important things that she could no longer enjoy, once her body and soul had begun climbing that ladder to her next destination.
Yesterday, as I was soaking in the tub, with a wonderful book, I felt that awful emptiness…
Until
I realized how lucky I am to be doing what she loved. She would want that for me.
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