thinking of Steven

On another Mother's Day, thirty nine years ago, my mother received some very sad news.  Her son, my brother, was gone--taken in a bad accident.  I remember so vividly the sadness and pain.  I remember looking at my two very young sons and thinking how precious they are and of how my mother had held my brother as a baby and thought of how precious he was, too.  I knew my children were what made me a mother and I knew they were always going to be my greatest gift.  And they are.  They are my mother's day gift and always will be.  Steven, I think of you, too.  You are always in my heart.  You, too, were a precious gift and Mom loved you.