Mother's Day is just one of the days of the year I think about my Mom. Actually I think about her every day. I miss her every day. I talk to her every day and what's more, she talks to me.
Not in a creepy, weird, I talk to dead people sense, but in the sense that I know her so well and can anticipate what she would say if she were still here. I hear her voice frequently offering advice, encouragement, and warnings. Every time I open a jar of Ragu Thick and Hearty sauce I hear her.
"Look at all the sauce in the bottom of that jar. You could put a little cold water in there and rinse it out."
"Ma, if I wanted thin sauce, I would but the cheap stuff."
"I know, but it's just so wasteful."
I don't believe I've opened a jar of Ragu and not rinsed it out since she passed away from breast cancer on 07/03/1998. In fact I often say out loud, "See Ma, I'm rinsing."
When ever I drip food onto my shirt, (which is often and comes with the territory when you're big breasted) I hear the word 'slobber-honis'. I have no idea where it came from, or the origin, but she always said it when she slopped something down the front of her.
Tomorrow, Bill and I and the girls will take flowers to her grave, red for Mom and pink for Grandma. It's a small thing, and I know she's not there, but just in case she's watching I want her to know I am following through on the things she taught me and that she's never far from our hearts and minds.
I hope all of you have a wonderful Mother's Day and those of you who are like me and your Mom is no longer with you, I hope your day is filled with cherished memories.