Remembering Mother

I am thinking of visiting my mother's grave. As morbid as it sounds, I have really made up my mind to do so and to place a wreath on top of it. Day by day I am accepting the fact that she is really gone, but with an unwavering faith that I will see her again. I am still reminiscing the days we spent laughing and talking about every subject that you can think about. She was a tower of strength to me. My mother was always the one, when in our crisis, to say, "my child, God will provide." This I constantly heard while she took care of five children who had lost their father. In my mind's eye I still see her infectious smile, which was her trademark.

She always displayed a smile even in the most troublesome times. My confidant, my bona fide, my heroine, my mother, I love you and will always miss you.