This morning I remember.

How can it possibly be 15 Mothers days have gone by since I last shared the occasion with my mama? In all those years not one day has passed when I didn’t think of her.

Sitting here in the quiet of the dawn, I can almost hear her laughter, I can almost feel her presence. If I am very still, in the recesses of my memory, I can hear the sound of her whistling coming from the kitchen.

The Lord could have given me any mother but He gave me Maggie, and oh how I thank Him for doing so! She may not have been a perfect woman, none of us are, but she loved perfectly. Because of her love, she was a perfect mother, grandmother, wife, friend.

Her passing left a void in our lives. But her love for her family, her kindness, her perseverance and strength, her sometimes fiery yet always caring spirit; the essence of who she was, lives on in the memories and the hearts of all who knew her.

I will always regret that I did not honor and appreciate my mama the way she deserved. My heart aches when I think that she probably never knew just how much we loved her; only when we looked back, did we know ourselves how very special she was. If only we could turn back time.

It’s been thirteen years since I said that goodbye to mama. I can honestly, without doubt say that not one of those 4,745 days have passed that I didn’t think of her.

I am not alone in my memories. To know her was to love her. She was and will always be unforgettable Maggie!