My mother used to stand at the register at the grocery and fumble in her purse. I do that now. I've become my mother. I open my mouth and her words fall out. Dead for 33 years, she's still with me in spirit.
Just before Mother's Day, my friend of 50 years, Katherine, came to visit. Among the delightful things she brought was an Episcia plant, Mama's favorite houseplant, related to the African Violet. It bloomed by Mother's Day.