I get to feeling a little down at this time of the year. It will be my second Mother’s Day without my mom. I don’t know about you, but for me, this just never gets any easier. Time may heal all wounds, but it’s going to take a lot more time to heal this one. It will also be the first Mother’s Day without my friend, Shirley, who passed away last December.
Shirley is the second friend that I will have lost to ovarian cancer. In both cases these two, very brave women, carried on, as usual, up until their last days. Each time Shirley and her husband would come for brunch or dinner, or to watch a ballgame and cheer (or groan), she would bring me a little gift. It was something that she owned, but knew that I would love, and continue to use and cherish long after she was gone. The first thing she gave me was this unusual piece from Fitz & Floyd. It was nothing that I would have ever thought to buy for myself, but she knew me well, because I do love it, and have used it in so many different ways.
The last time I saw her she brought me this little vase. “I thought,” she said, “that you would be able to do something pretty with this.” I wish she could see just how beautiful it looks on this springtime table, filled with two $4.00 bunches of flowers from the local market.
Here’s to you, mom, and to you, Shirley, and to all of the other women celebrating Mother’s Day this weekend.
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