95. Mothers day. This year my mom would have been 95. It's a rather melancholy feeling not having a living mother.

95. Mothers day. This year my mom would have been 95. It's a rather melancholy feeling not having a living mother. I came across a poem the other day which seems fitting in dealing with loss of friends/family:

      I loved my friend.
      He went away from me.
      There's nothing more to say.
      The Poem ends,
      Soft as it began-
      I loved my friend.

-- Langston Hughes