Birth, Life, Death

Three years ago, today, Mom died.
Yesterday, Sunday, was Mother's Day.
Saturday, May 10, would have been Mom's birthday.

Three days in a row of remembering Mom's day of birth, celebrating her life, and acknowledging her death.

All three days were perfect, blue skies, sunny and comfortably warm. The grass and trees are greening up, and flowers and tree buds are blooming. Exactly her kind of day.. puttering around in gardens, planting and weeding and humming little sing songs quietly.

If there ever was an indication the mark a person has made on life, especially your own mother, then I don't know what is! Love you Mom, think of you every day. Thank you for all you did.

Mom on her birthday 1982.