Three years ago, January 21st, my mother passed away. I’ve known for some time that I have never properly grieved her loss. She was easily the most important person in my life, and I still do not know how or if I will ever fully recover. It is only in recent weeks that I have placed her photo in my Akhu shrine. Part of my resolve for this year is to spend more time honoring my akhu and processing my mom’s death.
To begin, I’d like to share a story, some gratitude, and a prayer.
The sky at dawn 