She appeared so infinitesimally small.
An afterthought in the great grand landscape of the endless sky.
One step - I thought - and she might disappear.
Over that edge and into somewhere. Another world. Another place.
Another life that - perhaps - exists after this one.
She's beautiful. Isn't she?
So brave to be standing out there on that precipice alone.
She'd be 79 years young - today.
I listen - often - to my mother's voicemail recording from this day 2 years ago.
She was alive.
She was happy.
She was looking forward to all good things still to come.
Sometimes - I pinch myself.
Somewhere - she is here.
Watching - I hope.
Celebrating - I pray.
Dancing - I imagine - with my father.
In the clouds. Passing thru.