Mothers Day is a hard day for many of us who have lost their Moms. I was lucky. My Mom was one of my best friends. We would talk at least once a day, and see each other once or twice a week. We both woke up early in the morning so I knew I could call at 7 am and not wake her up. We would have our coffee and talk about the day. We shared our dreams and pains.
My heart aches when I see women with their Mom on their arms. Heads almost touching and a whispered conversation shared. I see them in the mall, at the garden, in a restaurant, along a street.
If you have your Mom with you give her a kiss from me.