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| My Mom, Victoria |
I
think of you every moment of the day, but it’s Mother’s Day again… and the
first day of Spring, our favorite month.
All
I will hear today is friends’ wishes to their moms and it makes me miss you
even more.
It
doesn’t get easier, even after 22 years, to keep going without your love,
warmth, sense of humor, wit, wisdom and presence.
You
gave resilience and coping, in sickness and in health, a whole new meaning.
These are lessons I have learnt for a lifetime.
The
first thing I asked out loud, a minute after you left us is, “What will I do
now?”
Well,
although the pain doesn’t go away, I have learnt to live with it and manage as
best I can.
You
would have enjoyed the computer age. I think your Facebook page would have been
full of friends. You would have been the queen of Twitter’s social and
political discussions. Skype would have been perfect for you to talk to family
and friends. You were always the star at any gathering and social networks
would have been just your things.
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| It's Spring... |
As
I was telling you, it’s the first day of Spring. I have petunias on my windowsill
and bougainvillea on my trellises. But I still haven’t found our favorite
fuchsias in Dubai. I will keep looking.
The
palm trees are beginning to grow dates in anticipation of Ramadan in July and
the pavements and roundabouts here in Dubai are carpeted with pink, purple and
white petunias. It looks magnificent.
But
it doesn’t look so good around us. Palestine is still occupied, Syria is
bleeding and Lebanon is on the brink…
This
Mother’s Day is therefore dedicated to you, dearest Vicky, who I love and miss, but also to the courageous mothers of Palestine, Syria and
Lebanon.
You
loved Marcel Khalife mom, and no Mother’s
Day is complete without his “Ommi” (Arabic for “my mom”).
God
bless…
Mich
Related posts:
A Laughing Dove on Mother's
Day -- March 21, 2012
Dearest
Mom… -- March 21, 2011
I mark the day, but love her everyday
-- May 6, 2012
