....sometimes it feels as if no matter how far you walk on your path, and how many trails you blaze...there is a part of you that will always ache, no matter how quietly.

This was part of an email a very wise friend sent to me on Mothers Day. Yesterday marked my 20th Mothers Day without my Mother. I found Mothers Day very hard this year. I cried more in the last few days then I can remember. I was really feeling sorry for myself and I was really missing my Mom.

There is nothing in the world that can replace her. I have missed many important events with her. I didn't have her at my highschool/university convacation. She wasn't there to celebrate getting my first teaching job. I couldn't share the joy of decorating my first house.

I needed to take time yesterday to honour my Mom. To remember the way she was and to relive my memories of her. I know that I can't ever have her back, but I will never forget the way she sang to me. Or the way she let me drive while sitting on her knee. I won't forget the way she taught me to write my name or sing my ABC's.

I won't ever forget her.