On the one hand, I get to hang out with the three men that I love most in my life.
On the other hand I don’t get to hang out with my mom because she passed away several years ago. I miss her terribly and I miss the fact that she can’t see my sons grow up. I have a feeling she’s kind of pissed about that, too.
There is a place where her ashes are buried but I don’t go there anymore. I used to bring fresh cut roses there and feel sad and cry.
Now I go to her house and tend her roses because it makes me feel happy and close to her. Then I cut some roses and bring them back to my house.
It’s like bringing a little piece of her home with me and my family.
Happy Mother’s Day.