Mom, here it is in 2023, and I miss you more than I can bear. But, there are other times I feel you right behind me when I'm simply cooking at the stove, and it's those times that the grief lessens. I know you're watching over me. I can see you in the stars, hear you in the night sounds, and feel you as you pass me in the backyard as a breeze from my lilac bushes. I know you were there with me in 2013 when I almost crossed that bridge, and that you and Grandma sent me back because I wasn't "done cookin' yet". Thank you for that wake-up call. Shine your rainbow and northern light colors down on me and make my world as colorful as was your vivid imagination. I love you, your wings are beautiful, and I just bet y'a have a hat to match.
Your little Good Witch of the North,
Karen
