Since my Mom passed away in 2011 Mother’s Day has become a bitter sweet holiday. It is nice to be celebrated as a mom but still hard not to be able to celebrate with my own mother. The post that I am sharing today was originally written on June 30, 2015 when my blog was in it’s infancy and I had very few followers. It is “A Tribute to Mom”.
It’s been 4 years since she left and I miss her so much. Since then June 30th has always been a difficult day, as have Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter and Mothers Day. It’s also difficult when the kids (who are now all adults) do something exciting, and my first thought is, “I should call mom,” because even the little things that they did were exciting to her. Her grandkids were her greatest joy. I am sure she is so proud of all of her grandkids and great grandkids.
As I look around I don’t see anything that I own that mom actually bought for me, but the gifts she gave me are countless and more precious than anything money could buy. The afghan that she crocheted for me 25+ years ago hangs over the back of my recliner and on the chilly days when I nap in my recliner it warms and comforts me. I often use the potholders she crocheted when I pull…
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