It’s been three months now since Mum passed away.
I have learned to accept it, but it hurts too much living my life without her.
A couple of days ago I noticed I haven’t cooked a single meal ever since. Cooking was her “territory” and even stronger than all the memories in my mind and the physical world around me that still shines her Light, it evoked too much of her sweet laughter and the happy days we spent together, to her last days of illness.
This evening, I made for myself one of her favourite specialties. It’s such joy to recollect all those beautiful things she taught me with immense patience and endless Love. Her language, her wisdom, her strength, her positivity, her sweetness.
I can feel her presence everywhere.