Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom’s out there in the great wide open.

And speaking as one who is spending his first mother’s day without a living mom, indulge my imparting a little advice.

Sons and daughters, do more than the card and the “I love you”.  Take the time and make the effort to do the little things to make your mother feel special.  She’s easy to please I’d wager and letting her know you care will mean the world to her.

Don’t be like me wishing you had done more when it is too late for anything other than regrets.

Here’s the song my nephew sang after the funeral.  I find it hauntingly beautiful.

Mother don’t worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don’t worry, I’ve got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain