If I could design snow globes, each one would hold a memory of my Mom. I could shake one gently as tiny snowflakes began to fall, and there she was in her kitchen, a place she loved to be.
I'd shake another globe, and when the snowflakes all fell, there was Mom waiting for me at the school bus. She wore a smile, her face filling my heart with an endless love for her.
Another globe shaken, and there she was walking down a snowy field, her head upturned, catching snowflakes on her tongue.
There could never be enough snow globes to capture her style, her class, and her never-ending love for her family. I give thanks every day for having had her as my Mom.
There will be no shortage of memories she would tell me as she hangs another picture on the walls with little space left. Those pictures and dozens of old-time photo albums told her life story, bringing laughter and sadness, joys and success, all neatly pressed into the pages of her life.
All of us hold on to memories, some just a little more vivid, but even in a fleeting moment of remembrance, it can take you back in time, to having just one more day together with your Mom.
Happy Mother's Day in heaven, Mom.
Mike 2026
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