Betty Broadway, June 12, 1924 – May 9, 2010

Two years ago today, my Grandmother passed away. Well, it was May 9, 2010, but I say “today” because it was Mother’s Day when she died. Regardless of the actual date of her death, today will always be the anniversary, Mother’s Day will always be a Grand Mother’s Day.

For many people, today will be filled with a lot of joy and thanks and family get togethers. It is a day for celebration, after all.

My boys and I got up early this morning and made pancakes and bacon for my wife in bed. We potted her new plants in her new bedding boxes in the backyard, and we’ll wander the zoo this afternoon.

Later this evening, I’ll Skype my Mom, and my boys will laugh with their Nana and talk about her visit in a few weeks.

Time together, it’s what’s important. For many, however, Mother’s Day will be about remembering Mothers instead of spending time with them.

The day before she died, there was a collection of children, grandchildren, and friends in her room. I found a quiet spot and wrote some thoughts.

What do you say to the woman who has given you more than you could imagine?

A woman who defines tolerance, patience and unconditional love. A woman who never forgets the little things; handwritten thank you notes, a phone call, a hug.

What do you say to that woman as you watch her take her final breaths and ask out loud “I didn’t think it would take this long?”

You say nothing.

The room is quiet save for the sound of her breathing.


You say nothing.

You can’t say anything.

Love is not a word. It’s a feeling. It’s a presence. It’s just being there.

It’s just being here.

It’s Mother’s Day. You don’t need to stress about what to get her. Just love your moms.

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