Three years ago, I didn’t harvest any rhubarb. This year I will pull the stalks from the ground to make sauce and cobbler and I will miss my mom because it will remind me of her. But that’s okay, because missing someone is a privilege. It means you have loved. And as painful as it can be at first, once you’ve been through it, you understand that as time goes by the missing becomes less of a burden and more of a gift.
Jill Pertler is an award-winning syndicated columnist, playwright and author of “The Do-It-Yourselfer’s Guide to Self-Syndication” You can read more columns at the Slices of Life page on Facebook.