The Embrace That Endures: Holding On to the Memory of Comfort.
Even at seventy years old, there are moments when I deeply miss the feeling of being held in my mother’s arms. That simple yet profound act of love carried a reassurance that no words could match—a silent promise that everything would be okay.
A mother’s embrace is one of life’s earliest sanctuaries, a place where fear melts away, and the world feels manageable, no matter how overwhelming it may seem.
While her arms are no longer there to hold me, the memory of that comfort remains a part of me, a quiet strength to draw upon in moments of doubt. It reminds me that the love and safety she gave me were not bound by time or physical presence—they live on in how I care for myself and find solace in the kindness of others.
In a way, her embrace continues to hold me, wrapped in the echoes of her love.
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