Another Mother's Day without you, and I still miss you. I think of you often, cleaning the house, cooking for us, making sure we were all spotlessly clean. You and daddy raised us well, and you were always at home for us. I remember coming home from school, and you would have gingerbread baked for us. I could smell it before I got in the house.
I remember the year I saved my allowance (50 cents a week) for weeks and bought you that brooch from Ben Franklin Five and Dime. It said mother on it and had colored rhinestones all around it. You seemed to love it. After you went to Heaven, I opened your jewelry box and there it was. You had kept it all those years. I couldn't believe it, because I know it couldn't have cost more than $1.50, not exactly a family treasure. Thank you for that, mama.
I miss you and love you, mama. You were the rock in our family. I know you and daddy are now together again, as you always wanted. We weren't a perfect family, but we all loved each other and for that I thank you. You are missed by Tommy and me.