While working today at a Nursing Home, I was joined in an elevator by a elder female patient. Noting her disheveled hair, wrinkled dress and oversized shoes, she see seemed both weary and tired. " Going down", I asked. Yes, she replied "I am going to the front desk to drop off a card for the postman". In her shaking hands I noticed a card, ready for mailing, held gently but with pride and purpose. She then remarked, "I am sending a card to my son". Shaking the card gently, I could hear the rattle of coins. "It is only coins, she said, but, I try to help him when I can". He is 62 and lives in Florida with his family.
Showing me the card, I notice the writing, " to my son, Florida, USA".
Always the Son, forever the Mother, so for this moment, for the memories of times past, God Bless you Mom- Love Always, your Son.
