An anniversary of sorrow

And thus a year has passed since my mother died. It has been a strange and confusing year, full of contradictions and not easy to define in a single blog post. A part of life's joy has vanished, but at the same time, the knowledge of our mortality has meant a greater emphasis on appreciation for the few true blessings of life. Death has become a constant companion now and its hard to ignore him, especially at night. The fragility of the human condition, and the lack of any greater purpose in life means the only purpose left to believe in, is that which we make for ourselves. The only purpose I know, is then love. Let love be my guiding principle for without it, I am nothing.