My mother passed while I was holding her hand and talking of her picking sea glass and building sandcastles with Willa and Mason. It was peaceful and natural but that didn’t make it any less heartbreaking. She had such a long life—almost 97 years—but with much love comes much grief. Willa joined me at her bedside to open the window and release her spirit into the heavens. Mom has become part of the ages and now comes the reality of not having her in our lives.
