Reflections in windows are always appealing. You can see through them yet reflect yourself. It like a memory. You can see it but it's fading and flimsy and a change of light can make it disappear.
Memories change and disappear. I find it harder and harder to remember how my mom looked when she wasn't ill. I seem to keep those heartbreaking memories as the backdrop and the great memories are slowly fading, reflections of a better time.
I've missed her a lot these last few weeks. I always feel so bad when I don't think about her. It's that middle ground again between light and darkness.