I’m not one to write letters, and it has been a long time since I wrote one, but I want to share with you some of the thoughts I have been having lately. I know its mother’s day and especially at this time I’m thinking of you.
I want to thank you first of all for loving me. You loved me when I was bad and when I was good. I remember the time, I pulled up all the onion sets in the garden when I was 3 years old. Daddy was gone to war, and you called it your Victory Garden. You dusted my pants, and then held me on your lap and rocked me as I cried. I remember when we didn’t have anything to eat, and miraculously sandwiches appeared on the table before me and my brothers. I later found out that you went to the neighbors to borrow some bread but they weren’t home. So you helped yourself to enough to feed your children.
Thank you for the songs you sang during the night hours as we were going to sleep. The boogie man was always afraid to come around when Mama sang her songs of faith. I remember the tears of loneliness, you tried to hide from us when you sat in your chair mending clothes, while daddy was away in the Philippians fighting the war. You never said if he came home but always told us that daddy would take care of it when he came home.
I remember the confidence you instilled in us as we set out to school for the first time. You led us to the door and turned us over to a strange lady that we would see every day as she taught us our ABC’s. You told us you would be there when school got over. What a lesson that we could count on, Mama would always be there. You were always there when I got hurt, when I was sick, or just needed a hug. You were there when I faced difficult decisions, and needed advice. I didn’t always take it but knowing that I could turn to you meant a lot. You never laughed at me, or put me down, but you encouraged me and helped me to realize that I could do whatever I put my mind to.
I remember the day you left us. I knew somehow that you were gone before I got the news from my brother. I felt the vacuum left from your departing. I have a million things I want to talk to you about. A million questions I need answered. a million things I want to tell you and say to you, that I just never got around to saying. But most of all I just want to say I love you, and thank you for being my Mama.
Happy mother’s day in Heaven.