Dear, Ma

Sorry I haven't written to you before now and I hope this reaches you
for Mother's Day.

I didn't realize now much I would miss you each day until I
remembered it was Mother's Day soon. This will be the first Mother's
Day I don't make your breakfast and serve it to you in bed.

It makes me smile to think how you would make a big fuss and pretend
to enjoy the burnt toast, the lumpy porridge and the cold coffee.
I'm not sure who was happier when I finally learnt how to cook them
better.

I never understood why the walk to the cemetery later that morning
was a happy time for you. I thought you'd be sad because Grandma and
Grandpa had passed away, but now I understand that it's a time to
remember the good times not the bad.

So remember the good times, Ma. Even though I'm so far away my
thoughts and love for you on this special day are with you always.

Your loving son
C.

PS - Brat, burn the toast, make the porridge lumpy, let the coffee
get cold and give Ma an extra kiss and hug from me.