Well it is almost Mother's Day when this time last year, our Mother began her last journey. None of us knew it was her last of course. That would have spoiled her surprise. We continued to visit and laugh and push and pull and ask her advice. She gave it. Oh she crabbed a little more, ok a lot more, but the laughter would ring out when we would visit so much the nurses would poke their heads in to see what was going on. Because you see, laughter is not a commodity one finds very often in a hospital or a nursing home.
She came through crisis after crisis. She pushed to be a part of the events of the summer - wedding, birthdays..... She tried but she got tired. We asked her to stay one more month, one more day but she had other plans. She left at the height of Fall's beauty and was buried on a day that rivaled summer's warmth. Each event since she passed has been marked by her presence-one way or another. For me it's butterflies. We daughters keep the torch lit and the procession intact.
But it's Mothers Day again and we remember.
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