I invite everyone to honor their Mother in some way ---they really are a special breed, and Happy Mothers Day to everyone.

Dear Mom,

It’s me Mom, your son…the one you gave birth to so many years ago that I don’t want to admit how many they are. For the record, it’s 63, and I’m the one you used to call for supper every night all those years ago? I’m also the one who invariably showed up late for supper, and the one that always used the excuse that there were only 2 outs in the inning and it just had to be completed or it wasn’t an official game…Remember that?

I asked you this before, but do you remember the time I climbed the tree and tore my new Wranglers? Or the day I ran through Mr. Pope’s fields and lost one of my new shoes? How about the time Tom, Jim, Rich and I were playing ball in the neighbors yard while they were away and Rich hit one through their window? To learn a lesson, Dad and you made me weed their garden for three weeks until they said the debt was paid...Remember that?

I know it’s an outside chance, but do you remember how you didn’t laugh when (again!) Tom, Jim, Rich, and I burned down the chicken coop on Jim’s dad’s farm? Or perhaps the many Little League games that I played and how you always made sure that I had the cleanest uniform out there? Well, at least to start with anyway!...Remember that?

Growing up, some things I remember are how tuna and home made noodles were about the neatest cuisine that ever existed on a table. I remember how many times you told me that old rotten wood was placed there by God so that people that didn’t have much in this world would at least have some firewood. I remember you telling me how pumping water from a well insured that you were only getting the freshest drops there ever were, and the thoughts of some of your old fashioned vegetable soup with everything coming from the garden makes me yearn for some of your cooking…Surely, you remember some of that!

I remember that our family was always close because we took long walks together and enjoyed nature for what it was…it probably didn’t even matter that we couldn’t afford a TV, because we may have never watched it anyway. I don’t remember how that baseball glove ever got to my bedroom, especially since Dad was out of a job, or exactly where in the heck that baseball uniform with the tomahawk on it came from later on…I only bought into Santa or the Easter Bunny for so long, and surely now you remember how all that happened and will tell me…Do you remember any of that?

Unfortunately, reality is what it is, and of course you don’t remember any of that! You’ve been on this earth greater than 96 years, and right now you can’t even remember your own name. By the way Mom, just in case, it’s Ruth!

The message remains the same from the last time I wrote you, Mom. You’re still being ravaged by a disease that is incurable, a disease that is unforgiving, and it’s taking away any semblance of the dignity that you have so precisely built over these years. I still won’t try to explain it all, but it starts with an "A", is common to those of advanced age, and attacks everyone from ex-Presidents to sainted mothers like you! Try as I might, I can’t stop it Mom. I would do anything for you, but I can’t make it go away. My heart aches that we had to move you into this facility that you now live in, but they can help you so much better than I...while I don’t like it, I know that you are happy, and that’s all that really counts.

So in the meantime... Honest Mom, it’s OK if you no longer remember my name, or even know who I am, and for the record, "that blonde lady" is my wife…you’ve always adored your daughter in law, and the kids call her Nanny!---heck, so do...on both counts I!

Speaking of kids, those were all your great grand kids running around and making noise the other day in your room. I know it gets a little wild, but they’re excited to see you and they’ll quiet down---well, at least a little perhaps! While you might not remember their names, I’m hoping that there is a chance that this might be a little memory jogger for you...Brandon and Matt were the two guys that helped you from you chair, while Justin and Tyler were those two “little boys” who were playing a game on the table that you were sitting at. Sabryna and Brianna are the two that went to get you a drink and some cookies that last time we were there, and Emmy and Shannon are the two littlest girls...the ones that you sat and sang “Jesus Loves Me” with. And for the record, that “little lady” was your grand daughter Linda, the “dark haired girl” was your grand daughter Deb, and that “big kid” was your grandson Brian---Nanny and I’s kids, and we’re proud of all of them!

So, I guess in the midst of change some things will always remain the same. And I want you to somehow know that. You see Mom, you’re loved for who you are, by everyone who knows you, and I agonize that you might not even be able to know that........…or maybe you do! So just in case, the message for today is the same that it’s always been---I love you Mom, and so do the others!!

I borrowed this from an Atlanta Braves fan. It is to precious.

And to caregivers of moms, who are a constant reminder of the "mother" spirit of loving care.

Thank you Mzree, what a heartwarming story!

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Happy Mothers day to all moms both earthbound and heaven bound spirits.
Thank you Mzree Im blubberin like a fool here

... and to those Moms who are somewhere in between here and there...

Mzree, That is truely beautiful. Thankyou.

Happy Mothers day to all moms both earthbound and heaven bound spirits.
Thank you Mzree Im blubberin like a fool here