Dear Mom, I want to tell you that I love you, while we still both breathe the sweet breath of Life, and not when it's too late. Of what use is it if you are unable to read the words I write?
I have many memories of you, some clear; others, vague and indistinct; some pleasant, and otherwise. But I remember them all with the fondness reserved for sons reminiscing about their great and loving mothers.
We are physically apart and God knows how much I miss a mother's tender warmth. I may have been rendered somewhat indifferent and calloused by Life's trials and disappointments, but they are precisely the same things that make me want to again run to you and have my little wounds and hurts soothed by your tender love.
I'll always thank God that we, your children, are amongst the fortunate ones to have been blessed with one of the best mothers there was, there is, and there ever could be. We can only be grateful for all that you have done and sacrificed for us, but we could never be able to pay you back even if we wanted to. Your love is priceless and beyond comprehension.
Thank you, Mom, and Happy Mother's Day.
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