I don’t associate May Day with protests. It’s pathetic that it’s come to that these days. I remember May Day as the day to make baskets of flowers and surprise Mom with them. I’d make a construction paper cone with a handle, pick dandelions and blue bells from the yard to put into it, hang it on the door and knock. I’d be hiding behind a nearby tree and watch Mom open the door and find the flowers and smile. That’s what I associate May Day with. Flowers and my dear Mother’s smile.
I miss her so much it hurts. So much has happened in the four years since her passing from cancer. I think about that day a lot. That week, that month, that year…..what I would have done differently, more time I would have spent with her. It was a bad few years with so many stressful things happening all at once. Memories I prefer not to re-live.
I hope she knows I’m ok. I still struggle, but I’m better now. I wish she were still here with us. I love you forever Mom. xoxo