Moms...

Tomorrow.  Mother's Day.  As for my mother, she has gone way beyond reaching the point where all she really wants in recognition of that Hallmark Holiday is the presence of as many of her family as can come.  A simple thing...and yet not so simple, since our world is one of mobility and necessarily being in far-away places in order to make our livings and pursue our dreams, or even just hold on desperately to what is left of those.

And yet, this miraculous woman in the photo, at 97, continues to reach out to all in her "circle," in whatever way she can.  Perhaps by clipping a news article and mailing it - previously with an explanation and now, perhaps not - but she trusts that the recipient will most likely figure it out.  Or on difficult days when the hands won't work, or the brain just can't quite recall the right words, just sending up a prayer that all will be well with whomever would have also been intrigued by that article.

She continues to be intrigued by anything connecting one part of her life or history to another part of her life, and hold those connections more and more dear.  When communication fails her - that is the most difficult of all, because all of her life has been about that, and about people, and about working through our struggles to find whatever better place there is for us.

And I know that when her body finally gives out on her, her spirit will go to that ultimate Better Place because she will be at peace with what she has been able to do here on Earth.  And God will say, "Well done."  And I will miss her terribly.