Sunday is Mother’s Day. Naturally, my thoughts this week turned to my mother, and prompted my latest op-ed, title above, which appeared in The Virginian-Pilot Thursday.
The picture I keep in my mind is the one shown here, which accompanied the column in the print edition. I still can’t bring myself to visit my mother by myself. One of my sisters – usually Jeanette – always goes with me. I have a hard time handling her deterioration, both mental and physical. But I do so look forward to hearing her sing, the one thing that she retains of her former self.
At least I can still wish her a Happy Mother’s Day.
And wear a red carnation.