My mother passed away close to 10 years ago and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her, wish I could talk to her, and wish that I had said the things that were in my heart while she was still here. I know she knew that I loved her, but telling someone daily is something that everyone should do, and they should do it often.
I found these old sketches. They are not the best but I post them in honor of Mother’s day. The gradually darkening of the sketches represents the division of years. In these photos I can see the differences in the generations. They depict my grandmother my mother, and me all around the age of 27.
Whenever I meet someone who knew my mother when she was young, they often tell me that I look just like her. We were polar opposites in personality, but when I hear of my resemblance I am glad that apples didn’t fall too far from the tree.
Now, go tell your mother you love her!
Happy Mother’s Day!