With apologies to Guy de Maupassant, at no time during the fifty years and four months that we mutually occupied this big blue marble did I ever fail to know just how much I loved my mother.
I must admit however that in the forty-six months since she died, a day has yet to dawn on which I have not felt and lamented the unplumbable depth of her absence.
It is as unreachable to me now as was the bottom of the cookie jar we kept in our kitchen when I was a little boy...
...except now standing on a chair does nothing to elongate my reach.
-AK
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