As the stores are crowded with children looking for that perfect Mother's Day card and gift for the beloved mother or husbands busily picking up that dozen of roses for their wife, may I express my thoughts about Mother's Day.
See, I don't get to join the throngs. My mom is gone. She passed away in 2008. I still feel the pain of that phone call. One Friday my brother called to tell me mom was in the hospital and it didn't look good. I made the four hour trip in three hours (thank you WSP for not paroling the freeway that day). I stayed as long as I could and returned Sunday night. Monday evening my nephew called with words I didn't want to hear. She was gone.
Today all I can do is think of my mom. So while you are searching for that perfect card to say the words your heart can't say; don't mumble, don't complain, be happy. I dearly wish I could be with you, shoulder to shoulder searching for the perfect card, picking out those flowers, boxed candies and that perfect card. The flowers I get for my mom, she never sees or smells. She can't eat the candy and she can't read my card.
I miss my mom. I miss her very much. As I struggle raising my children through their teen years, I really, really miss my mom. I miss her voice. I miss her advice. I miss her love.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom.