A Mother’s Day letter for my mom
Grandpa Dewey
Dear Mom,
Many years have passed since God called for
you to come to be with him, you are in a better
place now, and that is God’s reward to you for
the work and all the love you gave to everyone
that came in contact with you while here on earth.
I do miss the telephone calls, however; I can still
talk with you whenever I want. I love you,
God, he knows.
Mom you, and all the other moms around the world
who had little or no education, had to learn being a
mom the hard way. “You worked at it.” That is why
saying these four words are so special. “Mom I love you.”
The word Mom, what it means to me, “Mom of Moms.”
Mom, you were Mom to all of our friends, when they
ask for your name you answered, “Mom”, “just mom to you”
If we were sick, you were the Doctor and nurse, if we
were lonely and needed someone to talk with, you were
our friend and you listened. If we needed an extra ball
player, you were right there ready to play.
Mom, you were not only our mom, you were mom
to all those who knew you.
Mom, if our friends and neighbors were hungry or thirsty,
you fed them and gave them something to drink.
Mom, if our friends were tired, you gave them a
place to rest.
Mom this is what made you so special; “No one came
into your home tired, thirsty or hungry.”
When the time comes for you to meet St. Peter at those
golden gates, He will ask for your name, your answer will
be, Mom, “Just mom to you.” He will take you by the hand
to the place that God has saved for you, just lean back in
that overstuffed chair and enjoy those who you loved,
nourished and helped over the years they are there for you.
Your son,
Dewey
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