Three years ago, on the Bank Holiday weekend in August, my Mother died. This year, as then, the August Bank Holiday weekend signalled the end of the summer for me. This year, the rain fell in buckets, and I couldn't help thinking it was buckets of tears for the loss of my precious Mother.
It's a strange time, the anniversary of the passing of a loved one. Not something to celebrate, but somehow marked in an important way.
My Mother has a strange way of showing up in my life on a regular basis. This year, she hid my ring. Not an expensive ring, nor a sentimental ring. Just a ring I was wearing. She hid it in plain sight. I spent several hours looking; I was obsessed, consumed by the need to find the ring. Within minutes of giving up looking for the ring, I found it on the tray in front of the kettle!
I'm not crazy, but I take this as a sign from my Mom that life is bigger than 'things'. Treasure your loved ones, make every moment special.