I was preparing 4 different salad leaves on a white plate; one was rocket. I took it tasted it and brought it to my mother. She is dead yet she opens her mouth. I put the leaf in her mouth for her to enjoy the bitterness (I never liked bitter tastes yet she did). I saw her face in a close up, not her body. The fact she is dead did not change our connection or possibilities of interaction. The pictures remain vivid a week after. It took me a while as I woke up to integrate the fact that she is dead indeed.
MamaPat, France
[loved one]