My experience has not borne out that philosophy. I know my mother is with me. I can’t tell you exactly how I know, although I could point to a thousand little things. It’s a non-negotiable fact. I feel it. My brother feels it. My son feels it and even my daughters who never met her feel it.
That doesn’t make what you’re going through now any easier. I wish I had something to offer for that - something more substantial than small-batch whiskey and the Marx Brothers and my love.
Then again, what else is there?
Elizabeth Trever Buchinger has a full file of casserole recipes, if ever you should need one. You can connect with her at www.moremindfulfamily.wordpress.com.