Mothers Day, Bitter Sweet

This Sunday will be Mothers' Day. My son died , age 37 nearly 6 years ago. May is a difficult time for me. Steve was born in May and Died in May. Some times I get a card or two wishing me Happy Mothers Day. Some people I run into don't say anything. or if they do mention it, have a perplexed look on their face. It's my belief that our children aren't" of us", but "come through us". It is sad to me that Steve wasn't able to reach a higher potential in this life. He left behind three children. Stephen is 23 now. Garrick is 19. Jessica is 16. I worry some about my grand kids. The boys have not been able to find stability yet. Garrick was arrested , charged with burglary and grand theft. I have been praying for the boys to find a way into the military service. I know for sure , this experience builds self confidence , strength of character and purpose. The men folk on the maternal side of these young men haven't seemed to fair very well. Steve was a scholar and a poet. Cancer doesn't care who or what you are. Jessica phoned me months ago. She told me she has a promise ring from her boyfriend. She asked me to tell her about her Dad. She was crying and told me she really missed him. She was almost ten when he died. She told me they delivered his ashes to the Keys. She mentioned how special having a lock of her Dads' hair makes her feel. She remembers a few things about Steve. Mothers' Day is special for me although my father died when I was 5 and I really miss him. Is there anyone out there that can relate?