My mom and I spent a lot of time at the pool. She loved to sunbathe and I loved to swim.
The other day I came home from having been in the water. As often happens, the water had moved my emotions. I decided that I had better pause and acknowledge them. So I went out on the porch and sat down. And felt the sun caressing my skin.
During the anniversary of my mom’s death, I feel her in the sun.
She used to sit watching me dive, do tricks and yes, contemplate my navel.
We were two bathing beauties. And I miss that.