Today (April 22, 2015) marks the fifth anniversary of my mother’s passing. But it’s not a sad day. Like Louisa, I have a firm belief in the hereafter. Like Christie Devon in Work, I too have seen “signs” that my mother is still very close to me (see previous post).
In those first weeks after my mother’s passing when I was too numb to cry I found Louisa. The one thing that broke through that wall of numbness was reading Louisa’s words in my mother’s copies of her books, personalized with her name plate.
There was Little Women with a copyright of 1911.
There was An Old-Fashioned Girl from the 1920’s with the most exquisite color plates.
There was Aunt Jo’s Scrap-bag, Volume 6 with my favorite of Louisa’s short stories, “The Dolls’ Journey from Minnesota to Maine.”
Now, five years later with many wonderful books read and much writing done, I think of my mother with heartfelt love and and a few tears, knowing that somehow her spirit guided me to Louisa, along with the beloved Friend that lives inside of me.
Happy anniversary, Mommy.
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