Roses for mom

I saw a red rose and it made me think of my mom. We haven’t visited my mom’s grave in months. We usually visit at least once every two or three months, more frequent when there are occasions like birthdays. But since the heavy rains kept pouring, we couldn’t go. The place near the graveyard is flooded almost all the time now. I am actually thinking of transferring my mom’s grave elsewhere…

My mom loved roses. I remember my dad bringing her a bunch whenever he felt like it. And on her birthday, their anniversary, Mother’s Day, Christmas and Valentine’s Day. They’re sweet that way. My mom loved those occasions a lot. It took little to make her happy when she was alive.

Can you tell by this post that I miss her? I do! There are days and nights when I am still wishing that’s she’s with us and she can see the improvement in our lives now. I miss mom.

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