It is so clear, your mother's love, in the picture on the left.

I hope my daughter would describe me the way you describe your mother. One of the first feelings I got after my first husband died was fear that I could lose my daughter. The thought of having to endure such a loss was too frightening to consider.

I'm almost twenty years down the road of that loss. The thought still frightens me. And yet not letting myself love more and more has never been possible.

Living and love, are they one in the same? I wonder...