Death of a Parent

There is a funny thing about life. With time and with experience, our perspectives change. What we once held on to so tightly, can hold little or no importance today.

I reacted just like many others when my mother died unexpectedly last March at 86 after striking her head. I found it hard to get my arms around the idea that my mother was no longer alive.

If we love our children well others will become even more important to them than we are. In appreciating the necessity of this, we set them free.