Looking at life through my "mother's eyes"
Looking at life through my “mother’s eyes” In a few weeks, the seventh anniversary of my mother leaving this world will come, a sad marker for me and my family though followed two days later is the seventh birthday of my oldest granddaughter. A perfectly timed blessing who arrived in this world at a time and reminded me that the cycle of life is unending, and as I watch her grow through her years joy overcomes the passing with grace of this child in remembrance of a lady very much loved. Over the last many months of this year, at times when I look into the mirror I can see those crystal blue eyes looking back through my own. My own eyes are blue, but not the crystal sky blue she was blessed with, as was my sister and brother. I never saw myself as a reflection of my mom yet have overwhelmingly felt that reflection in how I chose to act and react to events in my own life. The voice, which would say, “Now is not the time,” “It is not your place” and “Love will heal the wounds...