It's THAT Day Again

Well, it’s rolled around again. It’s THAT DAY, you know, the one where I remind you how lucky you are if your mom is still alive.

Look – I do not want to make you feel guilty. Seriously I don’t. But if we are being honest here I will admit that you having a living mom makes me a bit (more than a bit…) jealous.

I know times are tough for everyone right now. If your mom is in a nursing home you can’t get in to visit her. If your mom lives in another state you can’t fly to see her. Heck, even if your mom lives right across town you can’t give her a proper hug (at least you shouldn’t!). It sucks.

But do you know what sucks worse?? When your mom is dead. When you know that there is no “end to the distance”. When the only time you can see your mom is in dreams and that is very rare and when you wake-up she is still dead. It is like social distancing forever. How does that sound?

My mom and her 3 daughters.
It is really hard to believe only 2 people in this photo are still alive.

Again – no guilt trip intended. But hopefully a wake-up call. Cuz, news flash, your mom isn’t going to live forever (none of us are). So, if your mother is still alive, here is what I ask you to do.

· Call her

· Facetime or Zoom with her

· Send her a proper letter

· Mail her a card

· Bake her some cookies, ring her doorbell, and wave to her from a safe distance when she opens the door and finds them

· Sit out on the lawn with her and chat (staying at least 6 feet apart)

· And TAKE A PHOTO WITH HER

Because when she is gone, it will be memories like that and photos that you have left. And trust me, you will want a lot of those.

Happy Mother’s Day

Love,

The Girl Who Can Only Visit Her Mom In a Cemetery (and once got into a big row with a cemetery worker when they hadn’t plowed the roads so she couldn’t drive in to visit. She threatened to walk through super deep snow to get to the gravesite, then realized sitting in the warm car crying was a safer choice…)

P.S. - Seriously, tell her you love her today, ok?

My parents were always up for ANYTHING! Here they are on a Duck Tour of DC, when our amphibeious vehicle
went from LAND to RIVER!

Comments

Blue said…

I love you and was thinking of you all day yesterday!

May 11, 2020 at 6:32 AM

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