For you Mom on Mothering Sunday April 3rd 2011 This year, the year of all the firsts Mom. We loved, we laughed, we cried, we faught, but it was always you and me Mom. Yet it still is. It is a door I tell myself, You have not left me, how could you Mom, you are still here with me, in my heart, in my mind, in my life. You didn't leave nor would you Mom until you were safe and sure I would be O.K, as O.K as I can be without you here. Even though I had started loosing you Mom 3 years ago, You were still here, even though your memory was going, you were still here. Yet you are still here, in my heart and mind. Yet you knew me right to the end. To the end when even then you needed to know it was O.K to go and leave me here a while. That last week so beautiful, so spiritual, and so sad, your passing was all I had prayed for and done with the grace you always had. My Mom, always kind, compassionate and loving who life was devoted to me and the children, you were the wings benath our wings, until you knew you had led me safely to God and David and you could go home to rest, with The Lord eternally. Never far from my thoughts, how could you be. Here Mom, some flowers from me to you, to say I love you Mom and still miss you. Happy Mothering Sunday Mom. Those words so poignant, I still remember. You disliked the words Mothers day. It was so crass to you. You were and are a lady Mom. Nothing ever distasteful about you. How could there be. You were a beautiful classy lady and you and are my Mom and Mom to me. Love and miss you always. Carol x