My first Mother's Day without my sons was hard.  My boys always gave me a card ever since they were old enough to write their names.  Wayne would add "xxxx" meaning he loved me.  My daughter, Anne, semt me a beautiful Mother's Day card and signed all three of their names.  My son's widow, Emma sent me a card reassuring me of her love.  Both cards really touched my heart.

I had a Peace Rose bush growing in my yard and took one of the roses and pinned it to my Easter dress.  The rose was kind of yellow with a pink center.  For any one at church who asked about the odd color, I shared that the rose was in memory of my two sons and yellow is the color for eternal life.  Wearing the rose that I grew myself was a reminder to me of my precious sons and raising them.

Of course being in God's House on Mother's Day was a great comfort to me.  I felt the presence of my Heavenly Father holding me in His arms.  Being in the church I raised my sons in all their life also brought me comfort and I felt they were there beside me in the pew.  Even today, remembering back to those early days of grief still brings tears to my eyes.  I tell people those tears are the love I had for my precious sons leaking out. 
 

~CELEBRATING BIRTHDAYS & ANN~

~FISHING FOR SMILES~

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