This is the first Mother’s Day since my mother passed away.
It’s weird. Normally I wake up early, let my wife sleep and (even with the three hour difference between the East and West coasts) I would call my mother to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.
This morning, after setting my kids up with some chocolate milk and Dora the Explorer, I poured a cup of coffee and found myself reaching for my cell phone to call my mother.
Interesting how the mind and heart allows us to do certain things, allows us to “forget” certain things and allow us to ignore certain things. In my case, this morning, I think it’s the later. I think my mind and heart just ignored the fact that my mother has gone.
I find myself doing things like that quite frequently actually. Take for instance my drive home from work. It normally takes me a minimum of an hour to drive home each day.
Each day I would walk out of the office, get in my car and phone my wife to let her know I am on my way and to see if she needs (me to pick up) anything on my way home. Somewhere in the next 5 minutes or so I’d be on the freeway and on my way. Within a minute or so (almost as if she knew I was on the freeway) my mother would call. If she didn’t, I would call her. Now, without fail, I reach for my cell after I get on the freeway to call my mother and I have to remind myself silently of what I am doing. I wonder when that will stop.
Either way, Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there. Most especially to my wife, the mother of my children. The three people that have helped me to continually move forward since my mother’s passing.
. . . . . .and, of course, Happy Mother’s Day to you, Mom. I miss you every single day of my life. Everyone who knew you does.
A picture of my brother’s most recent tattoo.
My mother didn’t think she photographed that well
(which is where I think I get it from)
but she loved this picture.
This is some of the best portrait
and black work I have ever seen.
work done by Shane O’Neill