This has been a sad and reflective week. Yesterday, we returned from Richmond, VA. My husband’s uncle passed away and we drove down to attend his funeral and spend some time with the family. It’s comforting that, as strong as uncle Mo’s personality was all his life, it still flows around me now. I agree with what a friend said to me last year when she lost her husband. “As long as we still love them, they are still alive.” But, as I’ve felt with the loss of parents, I still missed not seeing them and in no longer receiving and giving those wonderful hugs. As people pass from my life, though, the love-and-life philosophy comes into play. Love remains. Love survives. Love comforts us in our time of loss and transition. Love is.
