For All The Memories You’ve Made
You have always been the memory-maker in my life and taught me what and how much it means to make memories in the lives of those you love, especially your children. Though, try as I might to emulate you, Mom, you are one of the Master Teachers . . . and me, as mere student, seem to fall sorely short of the mark.
You have always been there when I needed you. No matter what time, no matter what was going on in you life, you would drop it all to help me with whatever was going on in mine. You are again a “Master Listener”, and though our opinions might not always agree, we have learned to “agree to disagree”.
You are the “I need a costume” Mom. The first time I ever heard that term was when I was 19 years old . . . remember? What a treasure you have been and are to me . . . and how much I have learned from you.
The love we have shared since 1970 has been such a precious love . . . like a rare blue diamond . . . that is so rare. But on the other hand, we are happy to share with others the love we have for each other.
Memories flood me now. Tears flow, not out of sadness . . . out of the joy we have shared with each other over the years. I want you to know how very much I love you . . . and don’t know if I am conveying it enough.
Remember me asking you for Robin’s hand in marriage on one knee? Remember Tavis in your slippers the first time you got to see him? Remember the day Vailia Jean was born? Remember, Remember, Remember???? And I smile at the memories.
In these mere mortal words, it is to try and convey to you how very much I have loved you, I do love you, and will continue to love you. You have been the one stalwart constant in my life . . . and I cannot begin to tell you how much that means to me, MOM.
Love Always,
Dov
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