There are no words to express the love between a mother and their child. And definitely harder to express the loss of a parent. My mother’s name was Margareth Joseph, we called her Maggie for short. Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of my mother’s death. She passed away at 4:08AM, May 10, 2004…..on Mother’s Day. As if losing your mom is not cruel enough.
My mother battled with breast cancer for five years…I was 28 when she passed – she had just turned 50 years old….twelve days before her death. I had a 50th birthday dinner party for her at one of her favorite restaurants in Miami…the Rusty Pelican. I surprised her with her sisters and brothers who flew in town. She was quiet most of the dinner…she spent the time looking closely at everyone as if she knew it would be our last time all together. For her 50th birthday, I presented her with a book of notes that I had people in the family write to her – letting them know how much she meant to them and their favorite memories of her. It was something she wanted to know…I remember a few weeks earlier, laying on her in bed and she asked me what was one of my favorite memories of her. I told her it was when she would take me to her office after school and I would sit back and admire how busy she looked on her desk. She had so many piles of paper and she seemed to multi-task so easily. I remember saying to myself…”One day – I wanna be that! I wanna be a SECRETARY!!!!” When I told her that story, she laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes. She loved that story and I knew the gift of favorite memories would be a perfect gift for her.