The other part of Mother's Day

I guess I've tried to put this out of my mind for most of the day, wondering why I've been getting more and more hot-tempered as the day wore on. I don't like to think of how much I miss my mother. She passed away last year and days like today evoke feelings of helplessness. I don't like to feel helpless. So I block it out. Until my father sends me a photo of the beautiful roses he laid at her grave today. And all the annoyances and troubles of the world fade as if they were never there. Leaving a large sense of loss and grief, that lingering connection to the horrific jolt I got in the early morning in January of last year. I love you Mom and will always love you. Happy Mother's Day.

-Bill Jr.