So, in the illustrious spirit of Mother's Day, just a few words about MY mother. Yes, there were certainly glorious things about her, and she worried... OH...did she worry! Even my father called her a "worry wort". But she was in a relatively loveless marriage with my father, who later left her for a woman closer to MY age at the time.
I remember her telling me not to take any "cigarettes without names" as they MIGHT be marijuana cigarettes! (heaven forbid). But I DO apologize for her having to pick me up at a hospital when I was 13, having smashed up a pharmacy when high on acid. (guess the nameless cigarette thing didn't help much).
Yes, I WAS a bit of a wild child, and she absolutely gave her love to the best of her ability. And I DID tell her I loved her before she passed, for which I am very happy, as I know so many who DIDN'T and never forgave themselves. (So if your mom is still alive - make sure you TELL her you love her!)
My mother died a few days before my 30-something birthday. She found an old bunnny-rabbit birthday card in her junk, filled out a check, and wrote on the card:
"Sorry I couldn't be with you."
Addressed the letter; sealed it; put on a stamp, and went back to bed, and died!
I still have that card! My brother who discovered her body found it ready for the mail.
Thanks, mom! I still love you, and you're probalby STILL worrying!
I'm okay.............REALLY!
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हरे कृष्ण हरे कृष्ण कृष्ण कृष्ण हरे हरे
हरे राम हरे राम राम राम हरे हरे
हरे राम हरे राम राम राम हरे हरे
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