It is inevitable that we will lose some of those we love along life’s journey. But all is not lost.
When seminal I’ll-Be-Seeing-You moments, birthdays, anniversaries, songs reappear, we can’t help but acknowledge them.
Over the years, I have chosen to pay tribute to those I love in my memoirs in significant ways. None more than my mother.
These three sentences appear in my first book, From Fertile Ground, which I wrote and published in 2016.
“She died in the wees hours of January 26, 2013, at age eighty-nine and a half. The air was arctic cold and the moon was full. Every time I see a full moon now or experience the change in seasons, I’m reminded of my mother’s undaunted spirit.”
On this — the thirteenth anniversary of her passing — I pause.
I give thanks for Helen Matilda Ferrell Johnson.
I remember her unconditional love, her letters, her wisdom, her level-headedness, her resiliency, her love of nature.
And I do my best to carry on.
I keep writing.
Mark Johnson Stories 
That morning is still vivid in my memory.
I miss her too
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This is such a wonderful tribute to your mom, dear Mark, and I love how you honour her lasting impact, focusing on gratitude for her love and enduring guidance. Sending you extra love and light on this tough day. Thanks for sharing, and have a good day 🙂 Aiva xx
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Thank you for your heartfelt support, Aiva!
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Your mother sounds like she was a wonderful person. It is clear that she left a “forever” imprint on your heart. Take care.
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Yes, she did. Thank you, Diana.
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I will be thinking of my mom on 1/30. It will be 19 yrs. I wish I could have one day with her to show and tell her how much I miss, admire and love her dearly.
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I definitely understand how you feel, Carol. It was wonderful seeing you at the show yesterday. 🫂
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