Lockport Union-Sun & Journal — Dear readers,
I planned on writing a Mother’s Day column, but every time I tried to write one, I got stuck. Not because I didn’t know what to write, but because I didn’t know how to phrase everything.
You see, this year Mother’s Day has taken on a different meaning. This is the first Mother’s Day I can’t celebrate with my mom. She passed away March 9 after a valiant battle with cancer.
She’s still with me in spirit. And I’ll think of her often today, as I have every day since she passed. Still, I can’t quite write everything I want to today. So, I’m sharing with you the column I wrote last year about her, which sums up what a special woman she was:
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
I wish I could be home to say that in person, but unfortunately a phone call will have to do this year. Actually, it’s been that way for the last few years. Let’s plan on Colleen and I visiting you next year for Mother’s Day.
I’m glad my sister flew in from North Carolina to visit, and my brother stopped by on Saturday afternoon. But, next year I want to be there.
Every year we take one day out of 365 and set it aside to honor our mothers. When you think about the sacrifices that most moms make for their children over the years, one single day to pay tribute to them doesn’t come close to saying thanks.
We don’t say “thank you” or “I love you” as often as we should. I suppose it’s always been that way, but it seems in this rushing-about world of today that it’s more so. Or, maybe it’s because as we get older we begin to appreciate — and cherish — what we have a little more.