To Mom

Well, don’t know when you will read this, but the message means the same thing no matter the time read: I love you.  You have given me such a wonderful life and you have taught me how to take hold of what I have and make the most of it.  You are part of me, a large part.  No day passes into morning without you coming to mind in some way, usually in a manner of thought.  “What would mom do if she had this in front of her?”  Or maybe something as simple as driving down the road, the traffic a bit heavy and I think, “Wow, mom doesn’t have to worry about this so much, good for her, she deserves the best.”

Then, the night does turn to morning and it starts again.  Many times with a call just to hear your voice, it makes me feel good.  Your presence in my life is one which I believe many people don’t have with their mothers, though I could be wrong.  But, I think you and I click on a different level, certainly the most cherished, mother and son; but, also, friend to friend, and maybe the oddest one - business partner to business partner.  This one brings all of the others into play and takes them to a new level, asks new things of them, and at the same time makes us partners at trying to run our businesses, make a go at it.  And, we are both good at what we do.  Not bragging, just the way it is.  And, a good portion of the credit for that goes to the faith we have in each other.  At least that is my kind of odd belief.  Weird, huh?

So, this Mothers’ Day, as you travel around, not at home with Bill, know that I am thinking of you, excited about your short, but cherished visit.  Even Lollipop, who has to give up her room is excited.  And to prove it to you, I am going to put on clean sheets, for the white ones on there now are kind of hair covered black.  Lollipop would be pleased to share them with you, but who really wants to breath in her hair?

I think I have covered it.  I will take what time you have, one day or a month.  Maybe I can get up to your home in Victor for a three day weekend in the next month or two.  I had such a pleasant time during my last visit and I love seeing Bill.  I spoke to him tonight, just to say hello and see how he was doing.  He misses you much.  It is nice to be loved.

Happy Mothers’ Day and thank you for all of the things I can think of and all of the things that I can’t, but are part of me and help make me who I am today, someone I rather like and I owe that to you, among a few others.

With deep love,

Stephen