Every day is a gift!
Mother, Mom the burrito, Mother the artist, Mother the musician, Mother the microbiologist, Mother the Grandmother, Mother the friend, Mother the collogue, Mother the sister, Mother the seamstress, Mother the gardener, passed away, peacefully twenty-five years ago in April, at the age of sixty seven, from lung cancer that metastasized to the brain.
For many years after her death, each September, I received a package in the mail from my Aunt, (Mothers’ sister), which always included a plain sealed envelope that was simply addressed, “Merry Mari,” scribbled on the front, in Mother handwriting. Each message ended in the same way.
………….Every day is a gift, and faith makes things possible.