For the last two mother's days, my siblings and father have been meeting at my mom's grave to celebrate our mom and her impact on our lives. It is a great time for me to be able to talk about my mom and how much she means to me. This year my dad brought an album of pictures of my mom that my kids looked at while we were there. It was good for them to see different pictures of her from when she was a teenager and young mother. It is sad for me that my kids have no memories of my mom. She is such a huge part of who I am, I wish that they had the chance to see that and know her.
