Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, Mom.
It’s your 20th up there — my 20th down here dreading another Mother’s Day without you.
It’s strange. We didn’t spend many Mother’s Days together after I moved away and started my career and family. But the ache in my heart from having you gone grows sharper each year as the second Sunday in May approaches.
I don’t think it’s the day itself. I think it’s the reminder that I need my mom, and you’re not here.
Oh, the things I want to share with you! Your granddaughters have grown into beautiful women, each outspoken and brilliant in her own way. You would be so proud.
I love you, and you are the best mother ever. I wish I had told you that more often.
I called for you when I was sick earlier this year. Did you hear me? Did you put your arms around me?
So many things remind me of you. Cardinals that play in the trees. Whimsical pig figurines like those you loved to collect. The dolls you couldn’t get too many of. Lemon bars. Banana popsicles. The actress Hilary Swank, who resembles you so much that tears well up when I see her on screen.
Today I’m the same age you were when you left us that sunny April Sunday. It’s an eerie feeling.
Dad joined you in 2020, sister Sherry in 2021. I miss all of you terribly. I hope they are giving you the splendid day you deserve.
Tell them to give you a hug for me. I pray you know how much you mean to me.
Love always, Cheryl
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Cheryl Duncan is editor of the Crossville Chronicle. She may be reached at cduncan@crossville-chronicle.com or 931-484-5145.