My mother died when I was two, so I don't remember her at all. She was talented, beautiful, vivacious, and I've nearly turned my brain inside out on several occasions trying to find her in there. I've searched the mirror through the years trying to see her reflection, and I don't, but some who knew her have said it's there. I know that she loved me and am grateful for the life she gave me, the affection she lavished on me, and the prayers she prayed for me. I look forward to meeting her in heaven.
I didn't grow up without a Mom, though. My father remarried, and on Mother's Day when you ask me about my Mom, and about my memories, she's who I think of.
My favorite memories... I don't even know why this one comes to mind today, but it does...My Dad was a pastor, and one time my Mom and I sang a duet. It was Sandi Patti's "Another Time...Another Place." She sang Sandi's part and I sang the alto. At one point in the song we sounded so great, caught up in the energy and the message and the harmony, and she looked over at me and smiled. It was something we did together that lasted just a few minutes, but the experience meant a lot.
Another, much more recent memory...My brother got married, and she got this fantastic dress. I think she emailed me a picture of the catalog model wearing it, but it was a long time before the wedding, and really I forgot what it looked like. She put it on and showed me the day before the wedding and I choked back tears. I know I"m skipping around, but one thing I wish I could communicate to her is how very beautiful I think and have always thought she is.
I admire her organizational skills, because I have none. I definitely wish for those. I'm thankful she raised me, and have benefited in so many ways from her years of hard work.
Anyway, this Mother's Day I have much to be thankful for.
