The corner bookstore, pharmacy and grocery are all stocked and stacked with Mother’s Day cards. The emails for fancy brunches and “best of” gift lists for Mom, fill my inbox to overflowing. It is that time of year again, when my heart hurts and my body knows “it” is here.
My Mother died at 102 and I will tell you that isn't easy either. I had her for so very long the loss was a gut punch. She would drive me crazy and my patience would wane for which in hindsight I am sorry and sad. I think of all the "should have said and done" . I carry regret with me . She was my anchor tenant and I feel even having had her all thos years I feel unmoored. I held her hand as she took her last breath and I am certain she knew I was there.
My Mother died at 102 and I will tell you that isn't easy either. I had her for so very long the loss was a gut punch. She would drive me crazy and my patience would wane for which in hindsight I am sorry and sad. I think of all the "should have said and done" . I carry regret with me . She was my anchor tenant and I feel even having had her all thos years I feel unmoored. I held her hand as she took her last breath and I am certain she knew I was there.
Tell me her name.
Beatrice Yohai- her beloved maiden name