I am looking forward to this Mothers Day and seeing my Mom, who is always so happy to see me. She is 84, 85 in December, and I know she is not immortal, but neither can I imagine my world without her physical presence.
I am reminded that the last Mothers Day that my father was alive, was one in which we had no idea that he would die of cancer before the year over, indeed that by Fathers Day, we knew that we would likely lose him before the next one, which we did. He was gone by October, just after his 75th birthday.
I will go to this Mothers Day aware that it could be the last I have with her, and fully expecting that she will live a very long time. But appreciating every celebration.
