There is an absence.
What is harder to explain is the Presence:
The way Mom is right here, right now. The way it feels like I just saw her, just hugged her, just closed the door on our visit.
And the way it is more than Mom. It's where she is, what she's joined: unbounded freedom, piercing radiance, total belonging.
All words fail, save one.
And that One is preparing to loose itself, to shine, to beckon.
Indeed, how do I not?