My mom, Jane, and her beloved dog, Shep.
I love that Mother’s Day comes along in the spring. Not only does it give my kids a chance to get me something that I’ll love all summer long (they usually fill my flower beds for me, the gift that keeps on giving!), it’s a time of renewal and optimism. The only real problem is, I’ve not always been able to enjoy this holiday. From the moment my own mom died unexpectedly, sixteen years ago, it’s been a struggle not to make it a day all about missing her.
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