Today I went to the funeral of a dear friend's mother. I didn't know the lady, but just listening to her grandchildren talk about her, tells me she was a very special lady. It is amazing to think that it has already been six years since I had to bury my own mother. It feels like yesterday.
I remember so clearly what my dad said shortly after mom passed away and I asked him if the pain of losing her would ever go away. He looked at me for a long time and then he said: "I don't know my dear, maybe it gets better after 27 years, I will tell you if it does." I thought it was a very strange answer untill I realised that his own mom had passed away 26 years before. Today, when I sat in church, I realised my dad was right, it never really gets better, we just learn to live with the loss.
Today's card was made for my friend. I thought I would send her some cheerful flowers, hoping they will make her smile.