This will not be easy. When I need to work through a struggle, I write. But this time it's impossible to organize my thoughts and navigate in this tempest. The reason is that my north star, my beacon in the fog, my rudder are gone. She has flown away, and I am lost.
I'll let these few photos do the talking.
The majority of these happy moments with my mother are captured at the tables, enjoying great food. Drinking wine. Laughing and loving.
