I can only see my mother’s face so vividly when I’m dreaming about her. When I’m not dreaming, I have trouble picturing her face in my mind they way I remember it. And it’s only been less than three years since she passed away. Isn’t it sad? Reminds me of this verse from Each Coming Night by Iron & Wine:
Will you say to me when I’m gone
“Your face has faded but lingers on
Because light strikes a deal with each
I’ve been listening to it all morning. It’s soothing me.