Dear one,

Please accept a lot of hugs from me. When my mom was dying (ALS) I would often sit in the car after visiting her and sing the old spiritual "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child" and it is so mournful and sad it somehow made me feel a little better.

There is no cure for this
There is no fix
The cost of loving and being loved
Is, at this point, pain
But the pain will not win
It will not prevail
In moments when you least expect it
A memory of some silly moment
Or happy time
Will sneak into your mind
A glance in the mirror will reveal
A trace of her in your own face
But more than anything, death does not win
Pain does not win
Because Love - Love lives on
And will carry you through.


We love you!