her when she was alive. I began getting her a beautiful florist
hydrangea every mothers day (when I was 14),with my baby sitting money.
When I was a little girl I'd go to the woods in where I lived in PA and pick sweet
violets for her. I still remember my little hand oh so full of violets
and so happy to bring her flowers.
I wish I could spend today with her and with my Grandma, or be with my kids who live across the country.
I wish you all a happy day. And I mean this with all my heart. You
are cherished. For the creator and nurturing soul of mother and sister
that all you women are.