“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
- Aesop (620–564 BCE), Greek slave and fabulist
I saw my mother again today.
This wouldn’t necessarily be that unusual, except I’ve not seen her since 1979.
She passed that year, a year after my father succumbed to cancer.
It was in a dream.
She did not have the streaks of grey in her hair yet. She was in the prime of life.
