I Think We Share the Love Language of Gift Giving

Hi Mom, There is this thing called the Five Love Languages. They are supposed to describe how we like to show love but also receive love. And it’s interesting to think about how sometimes the way we like to show love is not always the same as the way we like to receive it, and

I’m Sorry

Dear Mom, I haven’t written to you in here for awhile, but I have been speaking to you every day, in the morning and later in the day, and sometimes in my journals as well.  Can you hear me? I lost something that meant so much to me because you gave it to me. Actually,

Journey Ring

Dear Mom, Remember this ring you bought me?  You bought it from that jewelry shop that used to be at Park Royal- the North side of the mall.  Boy, that mall has totally changed since you’ve been gone. Sometimes, I really hate the changes.  Too much changes and then I feel I’ve lost places I

Guiding Light- A Gift

Dear Mom, A few days ago, I bought my very first Christmas gift for this year.  It’s for you. It’s a snowglobe.  Remember how much you loved them? You would always buy one for someone else in the family- your granddaughters or me, or even some of the new babies that your nieces and nephews

Storytelling

“Maybe mom planned that one.” That’s what I texted your son when he messaged me to tell me that he and his family were on the same flight to LA as your sister’s family.  Neither of them knew that they were going to LA the same weekend. I knew, but I never really thought about

Canada Day- a piece of cake…

Dear Mom, Canada Day just officially ended.  And I had it in the back of my head all day and probably even last night, that I should make sure I get out to Save On Foods to get a piece of that cake you loved.  It was the infamous Canada Day cake they served to

Birthday Queen

Dear Mom, I bought a gift for you. I know I can’t really give it to you, but I wanted to tell you about it. It’s a crown.  It’s a little one – a Pandora charm.  I pick a different charm for different special occasions ever since you passed away.  And the crown is for

Champagne Birthdays

“…I know they bought a cottage Just large enough for two. My mother dusted it with love, Baked sugar cookies, too. I wish I’d been her neighbour Who came for snacks and teas, Who walked the back fence Exchanging recipes. I recall when I was small She taught me prayerfully. Sometimes I think my mother