May has become a melancholy month for me. It is the month of my mother and my dead sister’s birth, and is my birth month as well.
And today is the double whammy of Mother’s Day and my mother’s birthday. I miss her so. My older sister, who committed suicide 19 years ago, was born on the 15th, which is the day in Michigan when all danger of frost is past and I will be able to plant again.
My sister is fading for me a bit. My mom has been gone for seven years and that is not long enough yet to dull the pain of losing someone who knew me and loved me anyway. I awoke this morning with her in my heart and tears in my eyes.
But the Baltimore Orioles have arrived, the short tailed shrews are darting around the birdbath and it’s finally warming up a bit.
Wish your mother a good day today.