When my mother died… Posted on 2021-03-142022-01-01 By Cath B 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 Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)