If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! - Rudyard Kipling
I couldn't celebrate you not because I don't remember you. Neither because I don't love nor I don't cherish you.
Your impact in my life would remain forever with me. And I am grateful and pray everyday for God to let me be with you one day wherever that is possible.
This is to all of us who haven't had the opportunity to hug and celebrate our mothers this past Mother's day.
Today is my mom's birthday and exactly 3 years and some month since she died.
She rests in the bossom of the lord.