Finally the end of April has arrived and the world around me has come out of its wintry slumber. The bravest of flowers have blossomed, like the Crocus, the Bluebell, and the Daffodil, even when nighttime dips to dangerously low temperatures. Their bright and lively colours fill the heart and mind with a feeling of rebirth. Besides harkening the arrival of spring, Daffodils have another special meaning to me. Today, April 27th, would mark the 71st birthday of my mother, if she were still alive. She passed away 6 years ago from cancer, just two weeks before my daughter was born. She loved Daffodils. When I see them I feel a mix of happiness and absence. My Mom, too, was bright, cheerful, and brave.
Love you, Mom. Happy Birthday.