There is nothing more precious to a child than the love of their mother.  This is only intensified when the child is a woman.  Only then can we truly appreciate the mother/child bonds, the tugs on the heartstrings or even the significance of the sacrifices our mothers made for us.  Sadly, too often our mothers are gone either before or shortly after we learn the true depth of our mother's love.... as well as realizing the intensity and importance of our own love and devotion towards our mothers.

Some people lose our mothers suddenly, with little or no warning.  Other times we nurse them and care for them as they cared for us when we were young, and we watch them slowly leave us for what we must believe in our hearts is a better place.  It is at those times that we can actually lose ourselves.... our will, our determination and even our own desire to live.  Even though we can rationalize that our moms would want us to carry on, to be strong, even to be happy, it does not take away the emptiness and pain.

For those times I repeat a wisdom a special person shared with me...

You will always remember the good thoughts, because she was such a joy to be with. She is still with you, I am sure you can feel that sometimes. It is such a warm feeling. See her smile and remember how she joked with you. Take her hand and go on a journey with her, remembering only the good times.  Most of all, trust in your God.

~ Christy ~

Midi playing is:

If You Had All the World and It's Gold
(1916)

(Nine Bar Introduction)
I was wish-ing that I had the rich-es to buy all my dreams as I sat by the fire,
What a life I would live, What could rich-es not give?
What more could a heart de-sire?
When my fond lit-tle moth-er drew close to my side.
There are some things, my child, You can't buy she re-plied:

(Chorus)
You can't buy the sun-shine at twi-light,
You can't buy the moon-light at dawn,
You can't buy your youth when you're grow-ing old,
Nor your life when the heart-beat is gone.

You can't buy your way in-to heav-en,
Tho wealth may hold pow-er un-told__
And when you lose your moth-er, you can't buy an-oth-er,
If you had all the world and its gold.
(chorus repeats)

Music by: Al. Piantadosi
Lyrics by: Bartley Costello & Harry Edelheit

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