Months and years go by when I feel strong and vital. My emotions are deeply felt, but not overwhelming. I am vibrantly passionate, but not out of control. Then a day arrives when the intimacy of a joy or sadness overtakes me, and I feel small and vulnerable. On this day, my mother-in-law, Eva’s first birthday in heaven, I find myself having one of those rare days when I feel a little crumbly. I am near tears and have been all day long. I suppose even the most durable rocks cast off dust, splinters, and shards sometimes. Today is my day.
I miss you, Mom… a lot.
Your son-in-law, James