My mom came to me yesterday. I told her it was ok if she stayed for a bit this time. She did not. In a few moments, her scent, her presence slipped away as suddenly as it had come.
I always wonder “why now?” There is no invocation, no special combination of feelings, no predictable place, no “I’d really like my mom right now”. Just a few moments that keep the possibility that love can reach beyond the grave.
I know it’s hard to believe this. You don’t have to.