Today I have been thinking about my Mother. I wanted her, not for any particular reason, I just needed her presence. Even now, in my older years, I occasionally have these sentiments. That desire has brought me to a melancholy realization. While I knew her as Mother, Mom, Confessor, Listener, and All forgiving heart, that just encompassed me, and my world. I wish I had shared her wispy childhood secrets and known her as girl-wife and watched her grow into the “faith strong” ...
Updated 05-06-2011 at 10:14 PM by RheaB
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