Taking for granted a love so precious.
In my early years she was my nurse and mentor. As I started to mature she was my conscience,counsellor and friend. She was there when I first started to walk and she was there when I first fell and skinned my knee. Firsts all the way through my life.
I am now a middle aged man and up until eight weeks ago I was still seeking advice from my mother. You see I was in the fortunate position whereby she would answer my questions honestly, no games. I didn’t always like or agree with her opinions but I knew she always had my best interests at heart.
We burried my mother on Christmas Eve and I burried part of myself with her. We all miss her so much as she was a wonderful mother, Grandmother and friend. I know there are mother’s out there who do not deserve to have children but for those of you who have mother’s who care and love you, cherish every waking moment. Do not fall foul to petty fights and squabbles, understand, it’s a mother’s love.
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