BY SHARON GILCHREST O'NEILL
Spring is a jolt, a huge and powerful jolt to my emotional system. It never ceases to completely refresh for me, the eighteen words spoken by my mother in an oddly comforting dream:
“I’m so sorry Sharon,
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way,
I wasn’t supposed to go so soon.”
These eighteen words float around me as spring begins to do its thing. I listen for the return of myriad sounds and smells that glide on by as I sit still, soaking up the miraculous warmth of the new-season sun. I am so grateful that spring has arrived to do its healing, yet again.