How I Miss My Mom
How I Miss My Mom As I sit out in my beautiful backyard, my thoughts are on my mom. I am saddened that yet another one of her birthdays is here and she is not here to celebrate. It saddens me that I don't have my mom to call, to send flowers to, or to tell her that I love her. My mom was my best friend, we spoke everyday, sometimes twice a day. When she finally moved here so that I could help her take care of my ailing dad, I was beyond thrilled, it was never a burden for me. She was my role model, my inspiration, my heart. I learned so much from her... To give without expecting anything in return. To be a true friend. To reach out and help strangers. It was from her that I learned to open my heart and my home to people who had no one. She taught me to work hard and take pride in the fact that a woman can do anything a man can do, if she sets her mind to it. She worked alongside my father fixing up our broken down home every chance they got. She worked as hard as any man I knew an...
