The last Mothers Day that I saw mom alive was 50 years ago. She was in the hospital ER, we saw her from outside in the parking lot through the window of the room a few floors above. She died a few weeks later. I was 12, the oldest of 5 siblings. Life changed dramatically after that.
I don’t spend much time thinking about my feelings, how I dealt with it, or whether any of this is a healthy mental effort. But seeing all the pictures and memories shared by others today made me think that there might be some benefit to be gained in understanding more.