I, however, prefer something far more poetic, and closer to its literal meaning: “Pulse of my heart.”
For more than 50 years, the "pulse of my heart" for me and my brothers was our Irish-American mother,who died this past September. (My eulogy for her is here. )
On this first Mother's Day without her, we can say that death might have ended her life, but not the love for her that rests in her sons--a love sure to endure, in fact, to the last pulse of our hearts.
4 comments:
Very nice Mike. As you know life still goes on and she is in a better place.
That hope gives me great comfort, Donal. Thanks.
Love is stronger than death and your mom's legacy lives on in you and your brothers.
Thanks to both of you for the kind comments.
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