Mothers
Last Mother’s Day was the last time I saw my Grandmother alive.
I reflected over the events - visiting Grandma at my aunt’s; seeing how weak and frail she had become; realizing that my Mother was right (there wasn’t much time left); Grandma’s funeral in December. When I think about it now that Mother’s Day is here again I realize how poignant this day is for me, and for my mother.
I’m also scared because someday I have to do for my mother what she had to do for her’s.
Just not this day. Not ever, if I can help it.
Happy Mother’s Day.
