I have special memories of Mother's Day while I was growing up.
On Mother's Day morning before church my
Daddy would go outside to cut a red rose for each of us to wear.
A red rose meant your Mother was still alive.
I think this tradition faded away about 30 years ago.
A white rose meant your mother had passed away.
I remember seeing the people at church wearing a white rose or beautiful white carnation corsage and thinking how sad it must be to not have your Mother with you to celebrate the day.
My dear, sweet Mother, Helen, passed away 17 years ago one month before Mother's Day. That first Mother's Day without her was very difficult. All of the holidays were difficult that first year.
I cherish the memories of Mother. Her love, kindness, beautiful singing voice, & generous heart are a legacy of love to her family. She loved the Lord. I find sweet comfort in knowing that I will see her again in heaven. I thank God for my wonderful mother.
Mothers hold their children's
hands for a short while,
but their hearts forever.
Wishing each of you a wonderful Mother's Day . . .