In her later years, whenever she could, my mother got into the habit of leaving traces of herself in hidden places around our house (under a seat cushion or beneath a bed mattress...). What did she leave? Things of herself or her belongings that she no longer used. For example, a strand of her white ...
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One of the Greatest Gifts
Every mother is love. I am telling of a Swiss mother who was my neighbor on the plane that took us from Geneva to the far country. This journey lasted about eight and a half hours. The mother was holding her nine-month-old daughter in her arms, with perfect patience and attention. Her eyes were looking ...
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My mother’s face was heaven on earth. Does love get stronger after death? Do those who depart persist, more and more, in their being present? In order to rest from any fatigue, I only had to look at her, to run to her eyes which had almost broken up with the sight of the earth ...
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