Five years ago, on May 12, it was also Mother’s Day. It had been a lovely day with my kids, and I had spoken that afternoon with my 80-something mom, who was on what she was determined would be a temporary stay at a nursing home. Her voice had been so raspy that it was difficult to understand her. We had talked about the upcoming commencement when I would celebrate the completion of my master’s degree. She had spoken of sharing with the nurses the photo I had sent of my then four-year-old son.
That night, I was awakened by a phone call telling me that she had passed away.
Obviously, Mother’s Day is bittersweet for me. It’s also complicated.
Thanks to my mom for all of the important things that she taught me to do and be. Mom shared with me her passion and respect for the natural world…
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