|My Mom and I in the 1990’s|
First of all, I would like to wish a belated Happy Mother’s Day to all of the Mom’s out there! I hope your family showered you with lots of love and kisses….and maybe some flowers and a present or two.
Mother’s Day has always been a day where we ate a huge breakfast, usually in a restaurant, and then spent the day together. Since 2007, Mother’s Day is a little bittersweet for me. My Mom lost her battle with breast cancer in February of that year. Even though I’m a Mom myself and enjoy the day with my children and husband, it’s bittersweet in the fact that every time I hear someone say “Happy Mother’s Day” I can’t help but pause and think of my Mom. She was my best friend. The one person I knew I could call at any hour of the day and she’d pick up and listen to me tell her good news, bad news or just listen while I “got it out”. After her passing I had many an occasion where I dialed her cell phone and feeling silly when it donned on me that she wasn’t going to answer. It may sound weird, but when I need to tell her something, I usually talk to the small urn of her ashes in the family room. It’s my way of releasing it I suppose.
This is a 3 generation picture of my Mom, Grandmother and myself. Hot sweater, huh? Hey Mom, if there are computers in Heaven, I hope you’re reading this. I love you!