There are occasional days when I don’t think about my mother. Mother’s day is not one of them. I would love to be able to be able to give my mother a call. I would love to be able to send her a card. Nothing would make me happier than to send her flowers, but none of those things will ever happen again. Mom died in 1993.
All of these years later I sometimes have the urge to pick up the phone and share a joy, or ask for advice.
This goes out to everyone who still has an open line. Don’t miss the opportunity to say I love you. And it also goes to those who, like me, can never again say the things in their hearts.