Mother’s Day. There have been the good ones, the bad ones. The happy ones. The sad ones. Mother’s Day. Over the years that particular Sunday has given me a variety of things to remember.
There were the times when I was a little girl and my daddy and I would go and shop for something for Mom. A box of candy was always a good choice, Dad would say, “because then we get some.” He’d often buy her roses. Her name was Rose.