Thinking about you this morning, tears came to my eyes:
Tears of sorrow for all the times I failed:
to appreciate what a gift from God you were to me,Tears of gratitude for all the gifts you gave me:
to remember all your acts of sacrifice for Daddy and your ten children,
to be the daughter I should have been,
And, above all, to appreciate you and say thank you more.
Please forgive me, Mom.
life,Tears of joy for being your daughter and learning from your example:
a cheerful disposition,
brothers and sisters to share experiences with,
an example of fidelity without complaint despite over thirty moves.
And, above all, the gift of faith.
How I cherish the memory of early morning Mass in your company.
Thank you, Mom.
that I'm a beloved daughter of the King,
that love is an action displayed by service, not a feeling served by empty words,
that love endures all things and perseveres to the end.
I'll never know this side of eternity how much I received from you, but I look forward to saying thank you when we meet again.
And so today, on this Mother's Day, I'm praying for you and asking you to pray for me.
I love you. Hug Daddy for me.