I don’t feel much today. Sadness came by this morning, but I was not interested in his company; so I ignored him until he left.

I am not bitter; I turned off the ringer. I had a nice breakfast; I might go buy some flowers and visit my son, and my mother at the grave. I will listen for their voices in my heart. I will laugh, and cry for minute, and remind them that we will see each other again.

I am not depressed, I just don’t have the desire to celebrate a day that brings so much pain to others. Someone told me to think happy thoughts today. No, false positivity does nothing for me. I am grateful for what I have always, but if a tear or two comes, I will wipe them tenderly, as my first Love will do, and count them as unspoken prayers.

I am good to rest my soul in God’s Love; He knows what I need today, and I pray you are good too, in the Goodness of God on this Mother’s Day.