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Mother’s Day from the Corner
Exploring the depth of a day
Mother’s Day, celebrated amid the joy of spring, can be a dark time for many people. For those children whose mothers have passed, and for those who are estranged from their moms, this can be a day marked by heartbreak and silence. I stirred through my memories in the middle of a hot afternoon on Mother’s Day trying to sort out the day and the loss that defines it. My mother had passed away five years ago. I can’t believe it has been that long.
It is funny that back in the day when as a child, you possibly take many things for granted. Human nature. I thought I’d have my mother forever and couldn’t imagine otherwise. Now I struggle through the long days and short weekends to strike at life, giving it all I’ve got for the right to be here. It would be nice, I think, at times to go back and get a second chance. I’d like to do something big for my mother who was happy with her simple life. A new car, a cruise, trip around the world if I could spill them out in front of her now, she’d just smile, shake her head, offer me a glass of tea and a coveted place beside her in a room that would never be large enough to hold the love inside it.
Instead, I stare at my phone and the three happy mother’s day texts I get in an empty room. Life’s path is long and busy, the minutes on the clock can eat us alive. In a perfect world…
