in celebration of death
...i record only the sunny hours
St. Patrick’s Day, 2021. The last time I saw her. She passed away at first light the next day, sundrops glimmering on the bay.
A year without my mother.
I struggle with death anniversaries. With tragedy anniversaries. With my phone’s curated photo “moments.” With algorithms of laptop slideshows.
My mother did not mourn death.
And even as the memories ran a collision course through her brain, she could recall a quote from The Sundial, a column from a long-defunct newspaper: “I record only the sunny hours.”
Scrapbook images curl and fade. And still, her smile shines through.
❤️❤️
beautiful writing!