17 Years Down The Road, Love You Mom

It was exactly seventeen years ago, on Thursday July 5, 2001, that I lost my mother.

This is my way of telling her, perhaps too late, how much I love and miss her, even her exponentially intense cleaning on Thursdays.

I have encountered people who still have their mothers (this applies to fathers as well and boy do I miss and love my dad) and do not seem to have a “handle” on how, with rare exceptions, nobody will ever care for you as she does.

Deal with the disagreements, do not lower yourself by doing what repels you, but love and respect your mom.

Please tell her you love her and that no matter, her way, your way or the proverbial “highway,” you do as a reflection of her love.

My father and mother, pictured above. I believe the photo to be from their wedding.

Mom married my father, gave birth to me, cleaned with ferocity and ultimately died, all events occurring on a Thursday. On this Thursday, I remember!