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Mother's Day...



I would like to think that if your mother is still alive you hold this holiday very dear to your heart. I would also like to think that if she is not alive you cherish the memories you shared over the course of a lifetime.


Mother's day is a day to honor your mother. Usually this takes on the form of a card, flowers, and even a meal (if you are lucky enough to have her close to you). The many times we shared this special day revolved around how blessed I was to have her in my life. The very special moments I remember sometimes seemed like mundane events but looking back, accentuated the fact that I miss her everyday.


My mom, Dorothy, used to consume her steak a certain way with each bite using a different condiment

until the very center of the steak, the prize, was delightfully enjoyed. I remember the smile on her face and her hands giving a happy sign to signify the utter joy in this simple yet satisfying experience.


"How Grateful I Would Be To Have Just One More Day"

By Kathy J. Parenteau


"If I could have just one more day and

wishes did come true,

I'd spend every glorious moment

side by side with you.

Recalling all the years we shared

and memories we made,

how grateful I would be

to have just one more day.

Where the tears I've shed are

not in vain and only fall in bliss.

So many things I'd let you know

about the days you've missed.

I wouldn't have to make pretend

you never went away.

How grateful I would be to

have just one more day.

When that day came to a close

and the sun began to set,

a million times I'd let you know

I never will forget

the heart of gold you left behind

when you entered Heaven's gate.

How grateful I would be to

have just one more day. "


When I was younger she would help me with little booklets that taught me english, history, and math. She would also help me memorize my lines for the many plays I was in. In addition to teaching me just about everything I knew she also helped me with my violin lessons.


My mom was a concert pianist and would go over every piece to help me with my intonation and violin lessons which I would have to complete for that week. She would read my homework to make sure I completed the assignments, and through that process exhibited the patience of Jobe. My teenage years proved to be a bit challenging. Not because I was such a problem but because I didn't drive.


Orchestra was at 7:15 am, football practice after school, then drama practice across town. Each day was some type of practice which involved orchestra outside of school, singing, violin lessons, etc. My mom never complained about the schedule and many times would wait for me to complete my lesson or practice.


Through-out all of this she had debilitating arthritis. Never once did she complain about her maladies though it was hard for her to walk. In addition to that her hands showed the arthritis disease in the form of swelling and curvature. Her inner strength, intelligence, and kindness were on display everyday. My mom was the Cancer Society chairman for Marin County and orchestrated drive schedules to many drivers that would pick up cancer patients that were either too frail to drive or were less fortunate and didn't own a car. This led to her receiving an award where she was recognized by a San Francisco radio station as a person that gave so much back to society. I can not begin to express how grateful I was to be blessed to have my mom in my life (though it was for to short a period of time).


I look back and smile at the time we spent together. If ever there was a person that made the world a better place... it was my mom. I hope and pray that all that read this will either reach out to their mom or remember that time together you hold so dear.


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