Today is the seven-year anniversary of my mom’s death. Our song was “Here Comes the Sun.” I played it for her less than an hour before she passed, so she would know the light was near.
Today, she plays it back for me.
Little darling, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter.
It feels like years since it’s been here….Here comes the sun.
It’s all right. It’s all right.
To my Sandy-affected friends: the light is near. It may be months away, but it grows stronger every day.
And remember, the light is within and all around, every day. That one bright spot we are waiting for—getting back in—will not light every corner of the sky. Shadows will darken our doors again, big and small, always unexpected.
The light is with us, always—I think that is the point. The sun is always coming. It’s always all right.