Rememberance

Thirty-nine weeks after she died, we

went to the Hospice that cared for my Mom

for the last week of her life.

We went to release butterflies, to

think of her, to remember her,

to help the Hospice that helped her.

It was a beautiful time.

An amazing thing to see all of the butterflies,

to see all of the other people who have lost

loved ones. To see all of the people

and families that Hospice has touched.

During the ceremony, there was a group reading

that talked about living life, because in

living your life, your loved one lives on.

My Mom's memory lives on in each of us.
It lives on through the stories we tell.
It lives on through the laughter we share.

Her memory lives on in each and every moment

that we spend together.

"A butterfly counts not months but moments, and has
time enough."
-Rabindranath Tagore