Allow me to share a special Mother’s Day moment. Mom passed away this past August, yet Mother’s Day was joyful. The mother of nine children, she always had a special yet unique relationship with each.
Her youngest daughter spent many months last year making sure Mom was given nothing less than the VIP treatment during her stay at Tufts Medical Center and Spaulding Rehab in Boston near my sister’s home, albeit a fair distance from Mom’s Dalton home of over 50 years. She was there three times a day, all while working full-time and becoming a new mother of an adopted 4-year-old with special needs. This was our first Mother’s Day with only Mom’s spirit to keep us company.
It was also my sister’s first mother’s day as a Mom. The joy came when, quite unexpectedly on Saturday, I came across a piece of jewelry I’d been searching for since she passed -- a very special piece she wore every day, and found where I had looked many times before. While continuing on with my task of going through her personal effects for the umpteenth time, I came across another treasure that no one in my family has ever seen before -- a small yet elegant gold heart charm with a diamond chip on it. Not giving it a thought, I added it to the newly found necklace and put it on for safe keeping.
I knew I would be seeing my sister for Mom’s Day, so I thought what a perfect gift this would be to her from our Mom -- with appreciation for all she did for Mom, and continues to do every day. We both cried tears of joy when the gift from spirit Mom to new Mom was presented. But there’s more to this story. The heart charm that seemed to appear out of nowhere has a diamond chip on it -- the birthstone of my sister’s new son. And so the joy continues. That special piece, by the way, is a small cross.
I am the oldest of the nine, as well as the first born daughter. I was blessed to be that messenger. For those of you who do not believe in the power of the universe, whatever name you give it, you have my condolences.
DIANE FENN SNYDER