A decorative image with a green background and dark-green flowers, w/ text that reads Happy Mothers Day 2022.

You’ll notice this blog’s gone pretty quiet in these past few weeks, save for the Weekend Docket posts. I rarely post on weekends, but since today’s of special significance for many, I’m breaking w/ tradition to wish everyone a Happy Mothers Day 2022.

My beloved classic country radio show is over, the baseball team has an away game, it’s raining cats and dogs outside, it’s the wrong time of the month for my swimsuit, and Rock-a-Doodle’s over. Time to change the channel to Forever Kids. They got a Power Rangers marathon going on.

Can’t go wrong w/ Power Rangers, imo. My mom definitely wasn’t a fan of Power Rangers, haha.

I recognize that today is a difficult day for many out there, and this is me, giving you my shout-out.

To the ones who’ve lost their moms, I see you.

To the ones who’ve needed to go no contact w/ their moms for whatever reason, I see you.

To the ones who’ve lost their children, I see you.

To the ones who want children, like yours truly does, I see you.

To the ones who were assigned female at birth, and don’t identify as such, I see you.

To the ones who were assigned male at birth, and identify otherwise, I see you.

To the ones who identify as a parent or as a mom as a role or a title only, I see you.

If you’re new here, I lost my mom in November 2021 to a fight w/ COPD that dragged on for years. Yes, she was indeed a smoker. She and my uncle took it up in high school, not knowing what they were both getting themselves into, or what their choices would cause for them.

I wasn’t even a year old when my uncle died, so I can’t speak on that.

Her illness picked up steam the year the pandemic hit, in 2020. It was her 50th year as a nurse, 48th year as an LPN. The pandemic and her illness forced her into retirement, and she went on the downward spiral from that point onward. Watching my mom suffer the way she did, and knowing she had reached a point where she couldn’t quit smoking even if she tried will forever haunt me.

My mom was 72 when she died. Now, forever 72.

This is why I want you readers to make healthy choices. Like William Talman said in his PSA that aired in 1968, if you do smoke, quit. If you don’t, like yours truly doesn’t, then keep it that way. The tobacco industry ruined a Mothers’ Day for me, and countless others.

If this is something you can relate to, then my heart goes out to you. I feel w/ you, and you matter to me.

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