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Even though my beautiful, sweet mother resides in God’s Heaven, I’m celebrating with her. All it takes are the happy memories of Mother’s Days of yesterday.
And suddenly, she’s here again, right next to me, smiling and laughing. She’ll read the card I give her and say, “Oh how pretty.” My Mom, Evelyn, will make a fun expression of anticipation as I hand her the bouquet of roses with a “thank you.” She’ll slowly smell them with delight and say, “Awww! So beautiful.” Not as beautiful as you, I’ll say.
First, well go to church and then out to lunch and dinner. We’ll enjoy conversation and more laughs with family. I’ll admire her quietly throughout the day and realize she’s just as striking as those colorful roses. Much more so.
At day’s end, I’ll hug her close and tell her I love her again. And look forward to seeing her again the next day.
Nothing has changed. I know I’ll see her again.
Happy Mother’s Day, my beautiful, sweet Mom! I love you forever!
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