My mother died in 1965. I still think of her on Mothers Day. I envy all the other people who will be sending flowers or chocolates or gathering for a special Sunday lunch to celebrate the day together. In my mind's eye I can still see my mother - invariably laughing or with her head buried in a book. I know how much she missed her mother who also died at an early age. So I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised to know how I still treasure her memory and miss her presence in my life.
The Daily Telegraph have done a lovely article on celebrating Mothers and their role in our lives - do go and explore this link. And if you're still lucky enough to have your's, do be sure to tell her what she means to you while you have the chance. Don't miss the opportunity.