tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511345544082261095.post5783215115777089778..comments2020-11-26T05:45:43.407-07:00Comments on Kenna McKinnon Author: MEMORIES OF MOTHERKennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03222667027378438486noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511345544082261095.post-46390943092768886672013-05-13T01:13:46.923-06:002013-05-13T01:13:46.923-06:00So sorry, Eileen, I know Mother's Day is sad l...So sorry, Eileen, I know Mother's Day is sad like Christmases and birthdays sometimes are for those of us who are left behind. Enjoy your grandchildren, dear. Did your mom ever get to know she had great grandchildren? They are in a softer, gentler place without pain or worry, Eileen. It's we who are left behind who have the pain, they are far from pain and troubles.<br />Kennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03222667027378438486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511345544082261095.post-70287486364120129142013-05-13T00:08:16.369-06:002013-05-13T00:08:16.369-06:00I'm missing my Mom today, too. It's the fi...I'm missing my Mom today, too. It's the first Mothers' Day without her and we also lost Mom Schuh last summer. However, my daughters are now both moms and so life goes....Eileen Schuh:https://www.blogger.com/profile/08239393851824941591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511345544082261095.post-25498394585232852872013-05-12T22:24:55.973-06:002013-05-12T22:24:55.973-06:00Judi, that's a lovely sentiment. Thanks so muc...Judi, that's a lovely sentiment. Thanks so much for sharing. Happy Mother's Day to all who have mothers, who had mothers, who are or were mothers. I understand that in the UK, Mothering Day is in March. Happy belated Mothering Day to those friends in the UK.Kennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03222667027378438486noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511345544082261095.post-72750375671782977542013-05-12T07:38:39.313-06:002013-05-12T07:38:39.313-06:00Happy Mother's Day to moms past, present and f...Happy Mother's Day to moms past, present and future. Yours is the noblest of professions and perhaps the hardest. I thank you, Nom, for your kindness, love, protection, humor and genes. At least MOST of your genes -- I could have lived without the gift of that funny lip hair that grows so long it curls into my mouth. I've grown to accept your imperfection, having my own. I've grown to cherish your memory. I've grown to see the hardships and triumphs of your life are what made you uniquely you, and in a funny way, made me me. Thanks for everything. Thanks for ME.<br /><br /><br /><br />Judinoreply@blogger.com