Yesterday, my heart ached terribly for my mother. Her crystals hanging in the sun outside my window made rainbows move around the living room and a one of them stopped right over her photograph. I stopped what I was doing, sat and watched as it illuminated her image with beautiful colors of light. I wondered if it was her way of communicating with me from the other side. Then I thought that would be impossible so I got up and resumed sweeping the floor. Later, I opened an old email she sent last july when I was about to start chemo and it felt she was writing it for me today. In her message she said she wished more than anything that she could be there for me, and that she was sending me love. I didn’t delete the message, because if i want to, I can read it again and know she is right here with me in my heart.