We hopped in the car early on Mother’s Day morning. My oldest daughter and I drove to meet my mom for a morning walk at the Marshland Sanctuary in Rye, NY.
It was my grandmother’s favorite spot. We spread her ashes there years ago, on the water in the place where she went to feel peace, watch birds and hear God speak in the wind and waves.
Three generations of women gathered, laughed, walked and honored a fourth. She is so missed.
We are so blessed to have had her for so long and to have each other now to help us remember the moments, the memories that threaten to drift away. We are so lucky to have each other to walk with – mothers and daughters – down these often rocky, sometimes muddy paths.
