Thirteen years ago today, at 4:32 a.m., my mother took her last breath and passed from this world. I have missed her every day since.
We laid her to rest two days later, on Mother’s Day, 2001. She wore a corsage of three white roses, one for each of her children.
I bought my house later that year, and planted a rose bush in front of the house. I didn’t know until the next year that it was white, the traditional corsage color for Mother’s Day if your mother is dead. Every year, as if on cue, it blooms right before Mother’s Day.
Mother’s Day is difficult for those of us who are no one’s child, and no one’s mother. But, Mama would say, “Life is for the living,” so every year on May 11 I make it a point to do something I love, to really live.
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