“If I had a single flower for every time I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.” – Claudia Ghandi
For this Mother’s Day I am dedicating this post to three wonderful women.
- My Mother – 1942 – 2000
- Grandmother – ? – 2004
- Last but not least, my daughter, 1985 –
For my mother and grandmother, I miss you every day. I miss calling you when I needed advice, recipes, and your wonderful nurturing love.
Mom, you were called home way too soon. Please be standing near the gate and be one of the first ones that I meet.
Granny, I miss being able to go to your house where I always felt that I mattered. Always knew there would be no questions asked. Just how you welcomed all that crossed your door place!
Dear daughter I stand amazed about how you have grown into a wonderful woman, mother. I cannot say how much I admire you raising three of some of the greatest children on earth. Of course, I am probably a bit bias, I am just a proud grandfather!
I hope everyone whose Mother is living that you tell her how much you care for her. How thankful you are for all the things she has done for you through the years.
My late grandmother told her children to give her her roses while she was alive. So that she could enjoy them.
Please, let me offer some advice, give your mother her roses while she can enjoy them. Do not take it for granted that she will always be there. You never know just when God will call her home to take her place among the angelic choir. Remember, she is the only mother you will ever have in this life. The one that carried you in her womb for at least nine months. Nurtured you from an infant all the way to the day you left for college to start your grand adventure called “life”.
So, I raise my virtual glass and give a toast to every mother who is, who was, on this big blue marble we call home, the earth!