As I write this, it’s mid-afternoon on Sunday, May 11, 2008, Mother’s Day in the U.S.
I believe that the important mothers in my life know what they mean to me, and how I feel about them:
My own mother, failing rapidly, but with her chin up, due to her illness. Her family wonders whether there’s even one more Mother’s Day in her.
My dear mother-in-law, about to be 87 years old, mostly healthy and ever very precious to us.
My lovely Mrs. MUDGE, who certainly deserved better than me, but loves me anyway, who raised three great children.