Mother’s Day is Bitter Sweet.

When I was child, it was mother’s day, and my mom and I were preparing to go to church for the occasion. I was wearing a white Sunday dress, and her dress was a red and white floral pattern. For some reason, she bought wrist corsages for the occasion. One was red and the other was white. I remember saying that I wanted to wear the white corsage because it matched my dress. Mom quickly explained that if your mother was still living, you…