Well, Mom, Sunday is Mother's Day, and I miss you even more than I can ever say.I count the short time you have been gone, but it feels like a thousand years. My heart cries, my tears flow and the sorrowful pain is released from the depths of my being.Yet it is still comforting to me; knowing this sorrowful pain is nurtured from the very greatest love I have ever shared from the beginning of my days.

I want you to know how thankful I am for having you for a Mom. You were the most unselfish of mothers, truly giving and understanding to all four of us, and to the many more children besides your own. Yet, you always did know exactly what to say and do.I have always thought God gave mothers "the gift" in this regard so that all goes well within the universe a child is born. In Heaven, all the roses are white; there are no tears.Truly the pain of not having you here with me is awful to know, I can hardly bear it. My Mom, and My Mother for Always. Love, your Son.

12/27/1952-11/27/2008

God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth, And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you, And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.

He knew you were suffering, He knew that you were in pain. He knew that you would never,Get well on earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb, So He closed your weary eyelids, And whispered, "Peace be thine."

It broke our hearts to lose you, But you didn't go alone, For part of us went with you, The day God called you home.