Three years

Yesterday was three years since I lost my mother. I woke up crying because I dreamt I was talking to her on the phone. However, as she would have said, you just have to get on with it.

Jason bought me the bird window stickers a while back because of this poem:


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.

and because of a photo we created together to commemorate my mother which was birds circling above trees.

Birds remind me of my mother because she used to love watching the birds in her garden.