My dear Friend White Feather — I was speaking to my cousin tonight about the events which occurred the week prior to my mother’s death all those years ago. I told her about the gallons of tears I shed- I thought I might run dry but somehow never did. But as you point out after her death the spigot did turn off. It is rare moments in the days, weeks, months, years that became decades where I would cry again.
Perhaps it is past time.
Many blessings and gratitude for your kindness and support ❤️