Remembering my Mom May 13, 2012Posted by paulstella in Uncategorized.
It’s nice having an opportunity to reflect on Mom this year. That may sound strange, but I’m pretty sure her memory got shortchanged last Mother’s Day. Instead, I recall much of it spent at my father’s bedside. Just a week removed from his heart surgery, my focus was squarely on hopes and prayers for any signs of recovery.
Mom passed on 11 years ago, the result of numerous ailments that chipped away at her vitality over the course of a decade. Despite the physical ravages endured during that period, her mind remained strong and her spirit seldom wavered.
I have frequently said that the day I lost my Mom was the day I lost the one person who was intensely interested in every aspect of my life. Yet I remember getting annoyed by her seemingly redundant line of questioning intended to expose any detail of my life that may have gone unreported. Of course, I miss that now—and suspect I always will.
As is likely the case with most mothers, she placed the needs of her family above her own. Yet her success as a provider seemed to fulfill her greatest need, building the foundation upon which our family prospered.
I regret that I cannot share this day with her in person, but I find it uplifting to pause, reflect and ultimately reconnect with her in spirit. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!