Mom hated summer. Something else we shared. Her mother hated it, too. We would much rather be cold with a hot cup of tea. My grandma loved the rain, and so did Mom. A day or two ( I can't remember which) after Mom passed away, there was a rainy day like I'd never seen before. I remember thinking that it was Mom. I thought she was making a powerful statement. A statement of maybe she hadn't wanted it to end like this. I felt she was telling me she would never be gone, that she was still here looking out for me. She gave me the strong rain to show how strong she now was, and how strong she wanted me to be.
And summer didn't set in too early this year. I think Mom has made friends with Mother Nature, and she's held it off especially for me this year. Mom has always been powerful, and I believe she is more powerful now than ever. And I believe she has held fast to her life long purpose of taking care of those she loves. I know her like no one ever knew her, and the one thing Mom would never do is 'give up'... and neither will I.
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