Treasured Days

Many moments, smiles, tears, laughter and love…the memories of my Mom are strong this evening. I suppose it’s because Mother’s Day is tomorrow.

I discovered that I still have text messages from her on my phone. It was a treasured find. Some asked if I was okay – one asked me to call her because she needed a little TLC. How I wish I could hit the “dial” command and hear her voice again. A hug would be awfully nice, too.

I’m not maudlin or gloomy right now – merely remembering some lovely times we shared.

I also received an amazing photo of my Dad from my cousin this week. It was taken when he entered the Air Corp during World War II. My guess is that he was 17, because he told me that’s how old he was when he entered, right after High School graduation.

These two dear people who are my parents. So very different from each other, and here I sit – a combination of both. The DNA stamp goes into the heart and soul.

So, as I think of Mom and Dad today, I am extremely grateful. At one point I told them, “You know, we can’t pick our parents, but if I could have picked, I would have picked you.”

God, please give them a hug from me, will You?