Today is Sunday, but not any Sunday, it’s Mother’s Day, a day that brings joy to many, although maybe not.
My daughter has planned a special treat for me a picnic. I love a picnic but I’m not looking forward to the occasion. My son died four years ago and for some unknown reason this year is especially difficult.
Friends have frequently asked how do you survive the death of a child and I would quote Ted Kennedy and say, “We go on for the living.”
So I will put on a big smile and sing, On a picnic we will go for it’s summertime you know, and we love to spend out Sundays in the park. Did you bring the hot dogs, hot dogs, hot dogs? Did you bring, etc.
. . . Seriously Just Saying
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