Happy Mother's Day, Mom

For the last five years of her life, my mother (and father) came to Michigan from Philly to be near us. Since I married at 19 and immediately moved away, we never had a chance to know each other as adults until 2004. Oh, we talked every week and visited twice a year, but it wasn't the same as having a mother a few miles away. That mother was still a remnant of my childhood.

These last five years were not good times for my mother. She was ill much of the time, in and out of hospitals, rehab centers. I don't think there were more than a few days she really felt like herself. For 80 years, she had been a vibrant, lovely woman. Strong and kind. Loving and eager to hear about whatever I wanted to tell her. She radiated peace, acceptance. Adored her grandchildren.

I know she suffered greatly about the strain those years put upon me (and my incredible husband). But what I want to say to her is this: I am grateful to have had those years. Grateful to have been there for her all of those days. I found out much about courage and character. I found out much about her.

And lastly, I am grateful to have been there when she died. To see the peace on her face. To hold her hand at the end. Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I can truly say, I did know ye.