This is going to be the hardest Mother’s Day. Already the ads are flooding in. I lost my Mom last year on October 26, 2020. She was a tough woman. She was a breast cancer survivor. She survived a few strokes. She was a fighter. We were fortunate to have someone set up the GrandPad app so we could visit her virtually.

My Mom always supported us. She cared about us. She had a big heart. We were the best pals after I got out of the Air Force and came home to help out. We would hop into Jezabel, my old Torino and drive all over the place. It didn’t matter if it was just out to drop her off at her friend Glady’s house, or hitting Grays Ice Cream. We would go out to eat together often.

I get a chuckle when I recall taking her out one Mother’s Day to the Fireside in Middleboro for brunch. She loved going there. The buffet was fantastic. She would often take an extra piece of something for me. What made me chuckle was remembering how one time, we were just finishing up and she let out a belch. Kudos to the chef.

Like most large families, my Mother would get upset with one of us and go through the litany of names. There were seven of us kids.

Mother’s Day is going to bring up some things for me. I may cry a bit. I miss her. I will keep the memories of all our adventures together. That is how I want to remember her. You will always be in my heart.

My heart to your heart, Mom, One heart, One Spirit.

Emma