Bow

I think of her everyday. I talk to her everyday. And every morning, I put my crystal on, and then bow to the picture of my deceased daughter. Tomorrow, she has been gone for a year.

We were a close family. The mother daughter connection was supernatural. Two women who instantly bring light to any situation. But somewhere along the way, my daughter lost her way. Not her focus, but her way. Her mother and I to this day, have no idea what events led up to her passing. Our daughter had always been transparent, and we tackled issues as a family. And then we got that fateful call.

What was amazing about our time with her was, she took up the values that her mother and I had. Her mom, did an amazing job of never judging, and letting our daughter find her own truth. We were a hippie family. We carried crystals, burn candles, danced in nature and rescued animals. We believe in kindness and show love to all we come in contact with. In essence, we bow to creation.

My daughter was a fighter. The whole family is. Down one, we continue to fight. As I have spent my entire life in the healing arts, and working 35 years in mental health, tomorrow will bring me a renewed faith. That her loss is not one of pain, but of progress. The progress will be a greater discipline in my life's work.

Tomorrow I will bow to her picture, as I do every morning. I bow to keep her memory alive. And I vow to keep our/her principles alive. To keep that light shinning that say's "there is always hope".

Today, tomorrow and all the day's of my life, I bow.