Mum’s Passing

When I looked at the clouds with my heart

Image of my mum. She lives on in the memories I treasure in my head and the love I hold in my heart and she will never be dead to me. Picture by Sean McBride

When we look at the ocean with the naked eye we see little more than the surface. Sure, gulls dive for something, and fins and splashes breaking the surface hint at the teeming life occupying its fathomless depths. But, pretty much, there’s nothing to see but the surface.