As I sit here waiting for Mother's Day to draw to a close, my thoughts inevitably turn to the Mother I never really knew. Taken to a better place over forty years ago when I was very young ... there still remains a sense of loss. Today is a day to pay tribute to someone who never got to see her children grow up to have families of their own, a mother who was not part of her children's lives for long at all.
She was born in the early '20s ... was the second youngest of six children ... grew up in poor circumstances ... worked hard for many, many years ... married in her mid-30s ... had two children ... was ill for many years ... and left this mortal world before she was 45. She loved music, flowers, sewing and cooking.
"A mother holds her children's hands for a while...their hearts forever."
I do hope all mothers out there had a fabulous day.
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POSTCRIPT: I'm adding a link to a beautiful post at one of Ginny's blogs ... thanks very much Ginny. It is a very touching post for anyone who lost their mother when they were young. The post is called "The One You Keep Looking For" at The Blessing Bowl