remembering

 The day we are born is celebrated

The day we die is remembered

I was born in March

My mom went to heaven in March

The mass this morning was for Maria Gozdz- my mom

I pictured her all day long as happy and free,

in the company of her family

from whom she was parted at age 16.

She was taken from her home in Poland by the Germans

It was 50 years before she returned to her family

and now she can be with them with no boundaries or countries in between

I noticed the statue of Anne and Mary today-

mother and daughter

It was a blessing for me to have my mom with me,

to have her shower my kids with her love and cae

and have them shower her back with their love and care

God Bless you Mom

thank you for my life