This is for all of you who are grieving this Mother’s Day:

In the rising of the sun and its going down, we remember them.

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.

In the opening buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.

In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.

In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.

When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.

When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.

So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.

~Hebrew Union Prayer Book

Melanie Hack
Author of Who Killed My Sister, My Friend
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