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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Happy Mother's Day

As this Mother’s Day approaches I think about Angel who has put me in the greatest role of my life, my sister who has proven to be an excellent mother raising 2 amazing girls, my friends who are mothers and of course my own mother, who Angel loves more than me (or so it seems at times).  I haven’t given much thought to anyone who doesn’t have their mother with them anymore.  I didn’t think about this until this past February when a friend that I have known since elementary school sent me this message in response to my Valentine's Day post.   I am sharing it in its entirety, with her permission, with my readers.  When I read her words I could feel the raw emotion she was feeling and I cried for her loss.  It got me thinking about people we love and lose.  I know tomorrow will be hard for her and her family, this being the first Mother’s Day she does not have her mother with her.  As you will read, her mother was born on Valentine’s Day and entered heaven on that same day.  Although she did not like sharing the holiday, based on what my friend had to say about her mother, I think it was a very appropriate holiday for her mother to be born on.  Whenever my friend celebrates her mother’s birthday it will be a day associated with love. 

I am finally able to pick up reading your blog again. You are an amazing writer, keep on writing. I just want you to know I agree somewhat with you about Valentine’s Day. I've never really been in to the gifts, flowers on valentines, except a little jealous in school when all the girls got flowers and such. I instead celebrated my mom’s birthday. She hated the fact that she had same birthday as holiday, she felt cheated. The older I got the more I loved to celebrate her day and this year was the most special. You see my mom this year turned 59 on Valentine’s Day it was the most special day ever. My dad cupped my mom’s face and told her happy birthday, that she was the best valentine’s gift ever given to him. He kissed her and told her he loved her so much and she was more beautiful every year they were together. Then dad sat back in his chair and took a short nap (it was 330 am) just as dad started snoring (500 am this time) I walked over to her hugged and kissed her and told her I loved her and happy birthday. I checked her vitals and watched her struggling to breathe, at that time my dad woke up and asked how she was doing. Told him that the BP machine wasn't picking up her BP probably because he pressure runs so low. (wrist cuffs never quite accurate anyway) I covered her up and sat down at their kitchen table and started up my brother's tablet to play a game. I just started playing when my dad rubbed my back and leaned over and whispered I think your mom just passed, I don't hear her breathing. I didn't believe him and walked over to mom's bed (about 15 feet from where I sat) and I watched her. She wasn't struggling to breathe; I put my head on her chest and checked her pulse and nothing. I cupped her face and her lips blue, cheeks cool I couldn't believe it, I was just there less than 10 minutes. I ran to the back room and tackled my brother and told him mom passed. Through the tears, I watched my brother go to mom and whisper in her ear and kiss her. I don't know why but I smiled through those tears and my heart aching and said what a birthday present she got. A love note and kiss from dad before she left and now a big celebration in heaven with her parents. What a fabulous gift for her. 
I went to work Wednesday and found candies and cards for Valentines from coworkers. I just tossed them in garbage but thanked people. So this is my Valentine story, happy birthday to my mom it will always be her day. I am not telling you this to make anyone sad, just that I agree every day should be the day you tell someone you love them not just 1 day.

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother-my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
by Edgar Allan Poe

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