I think its really sweet that you will be celebrating Mother's Day for the first time this year. I hope this doesn't sound morbid or depressing, but every Mother's Day, up until I moved to Atlanta, I made a special point of going out to my Mother's grave, planting some flowers - then closing my eyes and remembering something about her. Some years ago I wrote a poem, "Between The Rivers", based on the realization that although death presents us all with a river we cannot cross, God allows us to send someone else (our kids) across on our behalf. I've always believed that the ultimate measure of who we are is what of us our kids decide to take with them to that opposite bank. Please forgive me for the length of this, but your comment really struck a chord.
I think its really sweet that you will be celebrating Mother's Day for the first time this year. I hope this doesn't sound morbid or depressing, but every Mother's Day, up until I moved to Atlanta, I made a special point of going out to my Mother's grave, planting some flowers - then closing my eyes and remembering something about her. Some years ago I wrote a poem, "Between The Rivers", based on the realization that although death presents us all with a river we cannot cross, God allows us to send someone else (our kids) across on our behalf. I've always believed that the ultimate measure of who we are is what of us our kids decide to take with them to that opposite bank. Please forgive me for the length of this, but your comment really struck a chord.
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