I wrote this tribute to my mother just a few days after she died 35 years ago. It has special meaning for me, and I hope you will find some meaning for you as well. Happy Mother's Day!
I can still hear her trudging up the basement steps after washing another load of my uniforms for tomorrow's practice or Friday night's game. I can still see her behind the backstop...all the way from Little League through high school. I couldn't see her from the huddle...but I would feel her eyes on me from her seat on the fifty. She was always there.
I remember her at my college graduation...which in itself was a mild upset. I remember seeing the tears of pride in her eyes...and me responding in kind. Maybe it was at that moment I realized it was she who was the guiding force in my life.
I remember seeing her in the hospital...more concerned with her makeup than her recent surgery.
I remember the last time I saw her. Never an outward trace of her pain...and yet she knew she would never see another Mother's Day.
I reached to kiss her...and she kissed me as though it would be for the last time. It was.
Many Mothers Days have come and gone. I still miss her. More now than ever.
If you're sitting by your mother...reach over and hug her and tell her that you love her. I wish I could. Do it now. If you don't...you'll regret it...maybe forever.