Time passes, but the ephemeral survives

Time is on my mind these days. It occurred to me recently that I’ve now lived over a third of my life since my mother died; in less than two years I’ll be as old as she was when she died. She was such a significant figure in my life for so many years that it’s a bit unsettling to realize I’ve lived this much of my life without her. I’m not sure why, but realizing this makes the sense of my…