Mother’s Day is always a glass-half-full, glass-half-empty kind of day for me. After 13 years, I still miss my mother. I find myself turning to say something that I will make her smile, or I want to fax her a letter telling her what’s going on in my life. But there’s no point. Her telephone has been disconnected, just as her life was. On the other hand, my children suffered for years when I couldn’t bear to celebrate a day that had lost all meaning for me. But I had to suck it up – I’m a mother, and a grandmother, and they want to fete me, from genuine love and not because it’s the thing to do one day a year. So I finally was able to go…

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