A Posthumous Contribution.

My mom has always been part of these birthday reflections. She’s written for past series, and even after her passing she finds her way into this one. Before she died, she left words for us to discover. A letter. A poem. A comfort. Her way of making sure she still had a seat at the table, even when she wasn’t here in body. I can’t think of anything more fitting for What Remains than to let her voice speak again… clear, tender, and eternal. Here is my mother’s posthumous contribution to this series: