Mummy's birthday loved and remembered: 2nd of April was mummy's birthday. Papa brought me to the Niche of Saint Collette in the Church of Saint Mary's, where mummy's remains are buried. Some close friends were with us to lend support. We said a prayer and sang a song for her. There was much reverence and heartfelt sorrow lingering in the damp air. As we lit the 'birthday candles' for her, I felt mummy in the wind as she blew them out from where she was. A gentle gust on a still evening filled with her love as if to say, "I am here with you". Mummy dearest, papa says that now you are in Heaven, you will never grow old. You cannot imagine how much we all miss you. Wait for us. Happy Birthday Mummy Dearest.

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong,

consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.

-Rumi