Today marks the five month anniversary of my mother's death. In some ways, the remains of our lives have moved at a snail's pace and in some ways, it feels like we have been moving faster than the speed of light. She has missed out on so much to celebrate. We have ached daily at her absence. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her. I am haunted by the pain she endured. There is pain all around us ... family and friends suffering in ways quite unimaginable. Yet, there are people who will try to prey upon and bully others in an attempt to dull their own pain and sadness. Wouldn't it be nice to have those lost moments back with our loved ones - whether dead or alive - for just one more time? To feel their warm hands in ours. To see the familiar lines, birth marks and scars. To hear their voice call out our name.
