When my mother died, it felt like something was missing inside of me,
that I had lost a part of my body and my soul,
and I felt a deep hole within my heart.
From that moment, I realized that we, as human beings,
truly are connected by something deeper within us
that we cannot see nor touch; a special bond with the people we love,
and when they die, a tiny part of us dies with them.
Originally written by Cath B 08-11-2012
Photo: My Mother Birgitta