Mom passed away on a Wednesday. This, coming several weeks after being diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. That came on a Sunday. Throughout those surreal weeks in between, days melted into one another. 'What day is it?' my sister or wife would ask...
During that single, continuous stream of time, the days simply ceased to make a difference. Every moment of every hour was spent tending, reminiscing, savoring...
This is actually how I remember Mom. An uninterrupted stream of love, compassion, generosity, patience and fortitude. I'm not able to name the day, but I can tell you about the time she tended to my relatively serious wounds administered after an encounter with an oyster bed...or when she pulled off an incredible surprise birthday party with all of my friends...the genuine jubilation she exhibited at my graduations and new career positions over the years...or the phone call on which she first shared my Dad's painful diagnosis of his own.
So many incredible moments with Mom in my lifetime that I can readily recall.
Just not the day.
When I look around at all the Moms in my life, I'm constantly taken by their own suite of amazing traits. They exhibit a strength, a loyalty, a love so deep for their own, that it overflows and positively effects everyone fortunate enough to be in their path.
It's humanity to behold. Every day. No matter the day.
To all the Moms out there, wishing you a very Happy Mother's Day today...and every day.