I lost my mother at the age of 7. I remember that day clearly. My initial reaction was somewhat stoic, with no emotion. I didn’t cry until the funeral, and then only briefly.
As time proceeded, by the Grace of God, I was able to find comfort in the mothers of my closest friends and family. Reflecting on the memories, I think that perhaps they understood my loss as only another mother could.
When my dearest aunt Ella passed, I, a grown and accomplished man, could not stop the flow of tears…
Today, I am grateful for all the mothers who have ever given me something to eat, bandaged my wounds, wiped my runny nose, cleaned my ears, or given me a bosom to cry on. “Paradise is at the feet of Mothers!”