Dear Alessa:

Thank you for your kind and thoughtful words. It’s not easy processing the reality of loss, and I really appreciate the way you offer perspective and comfort.

The idea from The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying is interesting—I don’t know what I believe about it, but I like the thought that love and connection extends beyond physical presence.

I really appreciate what you said about love—that even if it wasn’t received in one place, it’s still something I share with others. That’s a beautiful way to look at it, and it means a lot.

Your reflections on love and fear resonate with me, too. Sometimes it does feel like love is buried under layers of protection, but I suppose it’s still there, waiting to be uncovered.

Thank you again for sharing this with me. Your kindness truly means a lot.

.. Inspired by your post, I want to send my mother’s soul a poem:

Now unchained from sorrow’s weight, no longer lost in anger’s haze,
I send you love, unbent, unbroken, beyond the years, beyond the maze.

No blame, no cry, no bitter grief, only quiet winds to guide you home,
Where light unfolds in silver waves, and past wounds lose their hold.

May you walk where shadows soften, where the echoes do not burn,
Where kindness fills the spaces left by lessons cruel and unconcerned.

I wish you peace—unseen before, a love untouched by fear,
For even if you never saw me then, I see you now, sincere.

I Love You, Ima 😔💙🌿 😢❤️✨ 💔🌷🕊️

anita