Today, September 5, is a day when I look back and reflect.
I try not to spend time looking backwards. That's the wrong direction to be moving in life. Yet on this day, I become immersed in thought and flooded with recollections of what was. The good as well as the not-so-good.
Significant events, important conversations, and minute moments unnoticed by others.
Ah, precious memories.
Sometimes thoughts of what might have been creep into my head and can bring sadness. But I quickly wipe a tear from my eye and think of happier times. I don't do sadness. Being sad simply wouldn't be right.
As I look back and reflect, some of the oddest memories return. That's a blessing from God, because those memories bring peace to my heart.
So today, September 5, isn't the day my mother died. It's the day that I look back and remember who she was and the huge part she played in my life.
While her physical absence in my world is greatly missed, her spirit -- her influence on my life -- will always be with me.
That hasn't changed in seven years. It won't change in seventy-seven years.