CZT’s mom passed away this evening … send good thoughts her way.

I’m not the most religious person in the world, but I do consider myself to be a person of some faith and spirituality; and I firmly believe that just because someone close passes away, it doesn’t mean that they are no longer with you.

I still ask my grandmother and great uncle for advice sometimes, and look to them to be a guiding light of sorts. I ask myself what they would do; or (more importantly) how they would react to something I’ve done or am thinking about doing. People who had that sort of impact on a person’s life when they were alive will always be a core part of one’s being, one’s self, even after they are gone.

Mama T, even though I don’t know you that well as of yet, I do know how hard this must be for you, and I just want you to know that you’re in my thoughts.

And so, I leave you with these words …

[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome]
by Christina Rossetti

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.