Mother's Day

Our precious boy Glenn III passed away on May 6, 2004. It was a Thursday. We held his memorial service that Sunday, which was Mother's Day. It was a warm, sunny May day that had a surreal feeling about it. Here we were, going to our baby boy's funeral. Come to think of it, Glennie's burial outfit was quite fitting for that day. He was wearing a one-piece outfit that had "Mommy's Little Hero" on the front. We were overwhelmed by all the people that packed into his service to show their love and support; family, friends, Marines from Glenn's squadron, Glennie's doctors from Children's Hospital of Philadelphia and his home care nurses, all who so lovingly cared for him during his illness.

Since that Mother's Day in 2004, there has been a certain uniqueness for me on this day. It is hard to explain, but it is almost like a unique, heavenly sense of peace and comfort. That's all I can think of to describe it. I am very thankful and blessed to be the Mom to my boys Jeff and Jack, and on this day more than anything I just like to enjoy my day in their presence. I also know that I am the Mom of an angel, and I reflect on that more than ever on my very special Mother's Day.

Thank you, Lord, for my three boys. Thank you for their spunk and wildness and laughter. Thank you for choosing us to be their parents. Thank you for Glennie's life and the time we had with him, and thank you for choosing us to love him and care for him. Thank you for my Mother's Day.