11/05/2025
Hey Mom,
Just a few words, ah not really...
I wont say I miss you but you're always with us, but I miss your advice. We would have time to time. Your strength taught us resilience, your laughter filled our days with fun, in dark times, and your wisdom —remains the axle rod of our compass in our lives. Today, we honor you, our aunts, and like you like not with sorrow, but with gratitude for the time we were gifted to call you ours. Sounds silly, but not so much, now that you are not a phone call away.
You showed me that life’s greatest moments lies not in grand gestures, but in the small, intentional moments: a random hello, a lingering hug at the door, the way you always paused to listen, truly listen, no matter how busy the day, dumb the subject matter. Your legacy to me, is etched in these facts, a reminder that time, once spent, is the one treasure we cannot reclaim.
My aunts and my mom's passing invites me to reflect on a truth we too often forget: time is both fleeting and sacred. In a world that races toward “next,” mom your life whispered the importance of “now.” How many moments do we let slip by, distracted by screens or consumed by tomorrow’s worries? How often do we postpone the call, the visit, the “I love you,” assuming there will always be a later? I cannot explain the losses i endured after your passing. One after another, but you and dad, taught me well.
This Mother’s Day, folks reading this, let’s rewrite that narrative. Let’s honor our mother's memory by embracing the fragile, irreplaceable gift of time. Reach out to those who shaped and literally made us. Sit longer at the table. Listen more. Love unapologetic boldly. For in the end, it is not the years we remember, but the moments you'll never have again.
Mom, your absence is a silent teacher. Today, I pledge to spend my days as you did: with unapologetic intention, with heart, and with the certainty that love outlasts any adversary even time itself.
Love your son Pete(DONT ASK)
To all who read this, may we carry a mother's lesson forward. Call your mother. Hold her close. And if she’s no longer here, let her love guide you to cherish the time that remains, in our lives to ensure our mother were not lived mistakenly in their children.
