I ordered Mother’s Day flowers for my mother-in-law. I did it today, because Tony’s not here to do it. I did it because his mother is grieving for him at a time when she is also, in all likelihood, approaching the end of her own life. I did it because I love her. I did it because no mother should ever have to hear the news that she heard in December.
I did it, but Tony should have been here to do it. He should be here. I’m angry that he’s not.
I did it, and I sobbed my way through it.
I wish I could do more. I wish, instead of flowers, I could have her son – her living, breathing son – delivered to her doorstep. I can’t do that. So instead, I sent flowers.