Mother is a name held sacred
By most mortals of the earth;
It means great love and sacrifice
From the very day of birth,
A love that’s so full of beauty,
So tender, so very true!
Something, seemingly, from Heaven
That has come to me and you.
There’s no love so understanding
And so faithful to the end
As a Mother’s love – God bless her!
That to us our Lord did send.
Never knowing what was to come the following year. I miss my mother tremendously, still, and this letter spoke to me. Now I read it through new eyes, and I’m rocked to the core.
There are times I miss my son so much it feels my heart is deeply and forever torn. The pain becomes physical. Then I re-read this letter.
Gina, remember being at Lake Eola and the butterfly landing on my leg, staying there for so long I became convinced it was Joseph Catino visiting?
Now, I know it was.
And there have been so many times this past year that Bohemian Rhapsody comes on (one of my, Joe and Gina’s favorites) that I cry and laugh and sing at the top of my lungs.
Now, I know Joe was there singing and laughing along. RIP, my angel and thank you for showing me you are still here.
I really needed this message.
A gift from the Heavens on Mother’s Day
“A letter from Heaven”
On this difficult day, I need you to know I’m right here.
I know it’s hard to believe sometimes or understand in the way I try to show you, but I’m still me.
I was your first love-I held you in my arms until you couldn’t fit any longer. I rocked you, sang to you, and cared for you all the days of my life. I hear you talk to me several times a day. When you hear nothing back or you say I don’t answer, that doesn’t mean I’m not right there next to you smiling.
I smile because I know things you won’t know until the day I reach my hands out to you and we’re together again in a more familiar way. In the meantime, I will keep trying to show you I’m okay and still around.
If a friend or relative calls to tell you they got a sign or had a dream of me, please know that I tried to reach you first but the line was busy or full of pain. When you quiet your mind and learn to clear the clutter, I can get through better.
Tell everyone to live for me and do things to make me proud. If they don’t want to talk about me, it’s just that the pain is too much to bear so they bury it to survive. Let everyone in the family grieve in their own way. Try to laugh again and get out of the house. When you can do that, it sends waves of love through my being. Let go of unwanted and useless feelings like guilt, anger and fear. I can’t break through those. I know you did the best you could for me. I am no longer in pain. I feel nothing but love from you all.
Here’s how I let you know I’m not dead; just different:
I’m the butterfly that dances around you as you walk. I make rainbows appear even when there is no rain; I made that red dragonfly land on you as you thought of me. The hawk sat perched outside your kitchen window and then swooped down as you stood on the deck or in the car. I keep making my song come on the radio and you know it’s me. I stand beside your bed and brush my hand against your face. I sent a text or phone message after I passed. I can do things you can’t wrap your brain around. You saw my face in someone else-it’s called transfiguration. I was the old guy who smiled at you or the strange woman who asked you a poignant question. The woman in the mall called out to her child, it was my name.
I saw you all get tattoos!
Mom always hated tattoos. Now she has one. I didn’t get the chance to thank you so I’m doing it now. It’s never too late to say I love you.
Hug your siblings and do things that are out of character for you. The best gift you can give me is that you will promise to live for me and I will live through you.
You will see me again one day but until then, LIVE, LAUGH, and celebrate my memory.
We are so much more than this physical vehicle that drives us around for awhile. Lift your head up and run around the bases, sliding into home, into my arms.
I know that many of you may have already seen this. I think this is a fitting way to end this year’s Mother’s Day. I can relate so well to this mother’s request. I can almost hear my mom asking me to be patient with her.
You see, I went through this as my mother got older and her mental capacity slowly diminished.
I can also say that there were a few times that I lost my patience with her. I wish that I had seen this letter before. I wish that I was made aware of what she was going throught and be prepared to understand the changes as they developed.
I’m sharing this so that others as aware of this process that occurs with elderly parents. It isn’t easy. It takes time and effort. It takes love and understanding. As I remember, my mother became the child and I became the adult.
“My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please.
Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how slow I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.
I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared.
With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you … my darling daughter.”
Letter from a Mother to her Daughter that became the most viral Facebook update of 2012. It was originally written by Guillermo Peña in Spanish and translated into English by Sergio Cadena, Founder of Spring in the Air Luxury Roses.
It was first posted with permission from the author on the Spring in the Air Facebook page to honor Mother’s Day. In just two days, this post reached over 22 million people around the world. It has since been posted in over 24 languages and thousands of websites and blogs.
It is a truly emotional reminder of how much we owe our Mothers.
My mother had me when she was forty years old. I wasn’t a late child, I was one in a “string” of seven. Of those seven, she was able to carry only four to term. Of those four, she lost one the day after he was born and she lost another one 4 days before he turned one. The other three were miscarriages.
My Mother was a very strong woman. She was born in Puerto Rico in 1910 …. a time when there was unrest during the establishment of the American presence in the Island and all that it entailed.
She herself lost her Mom at the tender age of nine. She was the only girl in a family of three boys and a brother from another mother (sadly called “bastard” at that time).
From her stories, she was raised by her godmother, a lady who seemed to be quite the disciplinarian and maybe abusive when using current terms.
In spite of it all, she went to school and college. She became an outstanding teacher. She moved to New York City in the early 1930’s … and met my Father there. They were married in 1934 and remained together for 64 years.
She lived a full life. Stopped working as a teacher when she had me. “I will always be a teacher”, she used to say. She traveled to South America, on her own, for trips related to a subject dear to her heart: “Cooperativismo”. She was a staunch Catholic, very active in her church. She taught Spanish to all the American priests who arrived. She was an incredible seamstress and made beautiful pieces for the church’s altar and huge “estandartes” to be carried during the religious processions.
To top it all, she took excellent care of her husband and the two children she had: my older brother (first born) and me.
When she was 47, she underwent open-heart surgery (1957) …. a big deal back then. She made medical history by being the first open-heart surgery done in a private hospital in Puerto Rico.
In 1989, changes started surfacing that marked the beginning of the end. She developed progressive memory loss, became bedridden, regressed slowly in an almost childlike state (diapers, bottle feedings, all around care). The last ten years of her life went by so fast. She passed on at the age of 89 only remembering the name of the love of her life: my Dad: Pepo.
I haven’t been table to tell her how beautiful she is since then.
MOM, TODAY I TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU ARE STILL ON MY MIND AND IN MY HEART. NEVER FORGOTTEN AND FOREVER THANKFUL.
To those of you who still have your mothers with you, never take them for granted.
Always tell them how beautiful they are. No matter how you say it, she’d love to hear it.
~~My Beautiful Mom I #MyBeautifulMom~~
~~Published on Apr 27, 2015~~
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FOR MY MOM
~~Published on Jun 15, 2012~~
This is my song for Mother’s Day. She’s not with me anymore ….. yet I always remember her and dedicate this to her today …. May 10, 2015!