My sweet Mother…I will miss your voice, your smell, your laugh and the cute smirk I would often see. I will miss our conversations and especially the ones where we knew what was wrong with the world and we were going to fix it in the next hour. I will miss our rides through the countryside and our annual “cemetery run” where you would explain to me our family history and who was buried where and how they were related to us. I often wish I had recorded those trips so I not only captured your voice, but all of the historical family knowledge you had.
I feel honored to have spent so much time with you in the last months of your journey on earth. I am truly blessed to have been your son (the baby) as you so often referred to me when introducing me to people. Your care for not only me, but for my brothers was truly deep…always the Mother even as adult men we were still your boys.
Rest in peace Mom; one day we will meet again. Until then I will cherish the many hugs you gave me and pray to God they hold me until the day the Lord calls me home. A day will not go by without me thinking of you because you are everywhere; in the tress I see, in the flowers I smell and in the air I breathe you will be there. Thanks for being my Mommy. I love you!