On This Day I Remember My Mom

Dear Mom,

Happy Birthday!

No Mom, I never have forgotten your day, not once and never. I know that you despise the limelight but as your youngest of three I decided to make my letter public so the world in the new millenia which includes many new friends may know of you and pray that you might approve.

Mom I cannot thank God enough that He made it possible that you are my Mom!

I am more than aware that I frustrated the bejesus out of you at times and you never yelled. They say 'patience is a virtue' and I know that is true now, all you had to say was (friend's this is true) "Wait until your Father get's home". At that very moment you spoke those word's you had me standing at attention and realizing I had messed-up and saying I was sorry. The patience you possess really shown in that you gave Dad the watered-down version knowing the lesson had already been driven home.

You either attended our volunteered at each and every extra-curricular event that came along to and including a Cub Scout Den Mother.

You helped, not told the answers in homework especially math as you are a math magician.

You taught and encouraged me in music as you loved it so, although not a player like you, your appreciation of the art carries on in me and every note I hear I remember you.

Your love of our animal friend's, especially dog's lives on in me as well. There was not one stray dog that I and my brothers brought home you would not turn away or talk Dad into allowing so long as the dog's wanted to stay.

You brought me up Catholic and even though late in my elementary school years changing from private to public schools you made sure Catechism was taught so as I may make the Sacrament of Confirmation.

I know I may disappoint you on that being I no longer follow that religion, but the very fact you made sure I was knowledgeable about Gods' Word is exactly why I remain a Christian.


Mom, I was young when you fell ill and eventually went into God's arm's but I was aware of what was happening to you. The disease that that you endured ravaged your body for seven years but not you mind or heart, this is an inescapable sight and feeling for even a youth. You did your utmost to shield me (us) from your despair and that is what I call true grit. Although your speech was gone your smile and kisses were not nor were the notes.

Mom, I mention the last part due to the fact that after Dad passed I became aware of some letter's you wrote to him during these turbulent times. I will not divulge such private communication's in a public forum except to say you did not fail me or my brother's, quite the contrary. The disease was not of your doing and we were and are knowledgeable of this fact.

Mom you succeeded in teaching me love, humility, humor, forgiveness, strength and the willingness to except people for who they are let alone the very shared lesson with Dad of the 'Golden Rule'.

There is one day set aside on the calender for Mother's Day and I do not understand this?
Mom, everyday is Mothers' Day in my heart and soul.

Again Mom, Happy Birthday with sooooo much Love!

Your youngest, Christopher