My mother died 4 years ago next month. Every birthday she gave us kids including the in-laws, a $50.00 check. On April 16, 4 years ago my mother lay dying in the hospital. When I left the room my mother called my sister over and had her write out a birthday check for me. How could a son ever forget that?
Even in death she thought of me. Isn't that what Jesus did for us? I miss my mother every day. I need her now as my literary critic. Since I started my consulting I'm learning to dot every I and cross every T. She was a real master at making sure we spoke correctly and wrote correctly.
This memory is a compelling birthday present for me-even so much more valuable than a $ 50.00 check.