When memories that elicit strong feelings from my past, a soundtrack starts. This has happened to me for as long as I can recall. When my mom first got sick, it was almost constant.
Whatever primitive survival response that is, it was full stereo surround sound for me starting back a little over six years ago. Maybe it’s the magic of marrying good story telling with melodies that gets into our minds and bodies to help carry through the hurt or gravity of an emotion, or just helps you pass through it at the time.
Volume on the music has been getting louder since Sunday, and it up a little louder today, as it usually does this time of year. It was back in 2019, that on this day, my mom made the flight back to Boston with us to get answers about what lay ahead. She could not express, but she knew, we knew.
I’ve been waiting for Easter to lap the same week dates as it did the year she passed. The cruelty of losing someone you love near Easter, is most years you grieve the death twice. While I will only make the journey once this year, I know it won’t be easier. I can already tell that the music will be playing louder.
Mom Catching On 
I have been thinking a lot about your mom this week. She was a good friend when I needed one. My thoughts are with you, Nathalie. May your sound track sooth and not disrupt.
Rosie
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