Today was my first Mother’s Day without my mother. Mom passed away in February after a long bout with Alzheimer’s Disease. Today, I visited the memory care facility in which my mother spent her final few years. I sat in her favorite patio chair in her favorite spot, in the sun, and watched my video clips of her. Of course, I miss her very much.
When my mother was still with us, I didn’t put much stock in the “Hallmark Holidays” like Mother’s Day. Now that my mother is gone, I have frequent thoughts about my deficiencies as a son. Among those thoughts, I wonder if I should have “bought in” more strongly to the Mother’s Day concept. I could have dropped my cynicism for one day each year and focused on what Mother’s Day may have meant to my mother, but I didn’t.