My mother and me. She is 25 and I am 4 and a half, according to the back of the photo
Read Time: 2 minutes
We didn’t know we wouldn’t have time to talk about mom’s Tiny Book, so there isn’t an interview. My mother was an intensely private person. I am learning things about her in death that I didn’t know in life. Grief and loss are a tricky business.
My mother read voraciously. She gifted books freely. She was sustained by time in her garden. I’m delighted to have been able to lift her “little plum tree” to bring home with me.
Right now, what more to share is escaping me – so I’ll share the words I wrote three days after her death.
“It is unreal to me that she could be so persistently present and then so immediately and irrevocably absent. I thought we had more time. I loved her very much.”
