Love and truth

I just watched a program on TV about terminally-ill mothers and their families, and the time they spent together before their passing. A young daughter was speaking of her mother who had recently passed. There wasn’t a sense of fear or opposition to death in her. She spoke of death, even her own death, as a natural part of life. Her simple, innocent words inspired two words in me: love…and eventually, truth. A few tears followed, and I decided to write these words.