The Healing Room

My mom died too young. When she was doing chemo, she stayed in our guest bedroom to rest, to fight, to live. Even though she's gone, I can still feel her in that room. I can hear the laughter, the cries and her breathing. What a special room. Since her passing, we foster rescued dogs and cats in that room. My mom's spirit nourishes these animals who just need a break from the tough world outside. In that space, they're fed, loved and rehabbed to go onto the next part of their journey. The room is healing for these 4-leggeds in need and for one 2-legged who feeds off the strength the memories in that room provide. Where's your healing room?