It was never about making the right choices. How ever could I know the truth of each hour,
of each day, and the years that would pass. It was, and is always, about honouring my
mother who left us on this day in 1971. Seems such a long time but only a few hours
ago. When I feel sadness, I know that hers was deeper;
when I am tired, I know she
was exhausted, and when I am despairing in my life,
I know that her despair was chained to her. It was,
and is always, about honouring my mother.
”I will love you even when I am dust on the wind.”
~Nalini Singh, Archangel’s Blade
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