Monday, May 02, 2005


It will soon be Mother's Day. Every mother has received the funny little gifts when their children. But, one must also remember the mothers who are gone. I remember my mother and sometimes wish I could talk to her. My mother died in 1969 at the age of 49. She never saw me get married (twice) and never got the chance to see her grandchildren. More than anything I realize that most of the time she was right. We frequently did not get along, but now I sometimes wish I could talk to her. I think I understand her better now, unfortunately it's too late now.