My Mother's Day - A Day of Joy, A Day of Sorrow

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Mom,

I just want to let you know how the years continue to go by, one after the other, without a moment’s pause to catch my breathe.

MY MOTHER’S DAY - A DAY OF JOY, A DAY OF SORROW

By Al Garcia

Mom,

I just want to let you know how the years continue to go by, one after the other, without a moment’s pause to catch my breathe. 

Each year since you went away, the emptiness returns on the day we used to gather to celebrate what came naturally to you -- your radiant glow, your patience and endurance, your ability to make my world a place of wonder and delight, and most of all, to celebrate the love that never seemed to fade or wane despite the many things I might have said or done as a child and then the man that I became -- but always as your son.

This day brings back so many memories of our shared moments together and with family.  This day also resurrects regrets of things I never said or did, not because of forgetfulness or carelessness, but simply because I always thought our time would never end.  Mothers are supposed to care for us, love us and protect us for a lifetime – a forever time that is not suppose to end.  And I never thought of you as separate and apart from me, so how could time have stopped before my uncompleted life, and before we had a chance to say goodbye or share one last embrace?

You made each moment and each day a masterpiece of life and of living.  You taught me how to cherish the treasures of my past, how to live the moment, and how to search for fortunes of the heart.  And you did all this without a second’s thought.  For you it was instinctive, natural, and effortless, because you were a mother, my mother.  A woman of substance and heart that lived as she believed.

And here we are again.  Another Mother’s Day.  What was once, and still is, a celebration on the second Sunday in May, for me, it has become a daily ritual that I celebrate with the first breathe of every day.  I wake up each morning remembering your radiant glow, your endless capacity for patience and endurance, your ability to make me feel so strong and safe in this unpredictable and ever-changing world, and for still feeling your love, that after all these years.  The essence of you still embraces me and overwhelms me.

My Mother’s Day is now a day of joy, and a day of sorrow.  A combination that brings back a hint of laughter and of joy, but also one that stirs the memories that tear up my eyes and brings a wave of sorrow that devastates the very core of me. 

You were the dream of me that made me be.  Now, you are that part of me that keeps two dreams alive in me. 

I still celebrate Mother’s Day with you, but in a different way.  You have become a part of every day in every special way. 

You always wished me happiness and joy, and now you know that I have found the gift you left behind for me.  Your life an inspiration still for me, and my triumphs a tribute to the audacity of your belief in me, and the man I would become. 

How the years continue to go by, yet your reflection and affection never changing never fading.  And my gratitude, my reverence and my love for you unrelenting and everlasting. 

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.  I’ll see you tomorrow, when I take my first breath to begin another day. 


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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