Your words have touched me deeply. How you describe that November day, with its thin, persistent rain mirroring the emotions you couldn't express, painted a vivid picture of a moment frozen in time. Your strength in witnessing this process is admirable. The fact that you didn't cry letting the sky do it for you, speaks volumes about the complex emotions we experience in grief. I was struck by how you connected the experience to the poem your mother often recited in her final days. It's as if her spirit was present as she continued to recite those lines. Your mother's words, poem, and spirit live on through you. Thank you for sharing this deeply personal moment. May her memory be a blessing, and may you find comfort in the knowledge that her story, which includes yours, continues through you.