loss...

I've been doing a lot of thinking about funerals, mothers and loss--because of my colleague's mother's death. What I've been thinking about is that my mother has been dead longer than she was alive. It's poignant and such a part of who I am that I genuinely can't imagine what I would be like if she was alive longer in my life. I remember reading Motherless Daughters by Hope Edelman but think I might have to pick it up again.

I think my upcoming 45th birthday has something to do with this, too. I've lived as many years without Mum as the years she lived.