This post is a public service to all our members and supporters.
Call your Mother.
Happy Mother’s Day from American Atheists.
I’ll write something more profound tomorrow.
This post is a public service to all our members and supporters.
Call your Mother.
Happy Mother’s Day from American Atheists.
I’ll write something more profound tomorrow.
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I called her,but,,,
“Because (she) could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for (thee);
The carriage held but just (them)selves
And Immortality.
(They) slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And (she) had put away
(Her) labor, and (her) leisure too,
For his civility.
(They) passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
(They) passed the fields of gazing grain,
(They) passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed (them);
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer (her) gown,
(Her) tippet only tulle.
(They) paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
(she) first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.”
Pretty. Dickinson? (I googled it)
My mother died several years ago – sadly, we had been estranged for decades, basically over my decision to marry in 1971. She never got to know her grandchildren, sadder yet. Her loss and theirs.
On a much, much happier note, my daughter and talented musician son-in-law surprised me by taking one of my poems, setting it to music with her singing the vocals, and sending me a CD. Made me cry. Best Mother’s Day gift ever.
My mom also has passed away, but all 4 of her kids were standing by her bedside as she continued struggling to breathe in her last minutes.
Several of us had traveled across the country to return to Pennsylvania for her passing. I leaned over to her, and whispered quietly “We are all here Mom, and you did a great job of raising us, it’s OK to rest now.” A few minutes later she was gone. I suppose it was as peaceful and dignified as death can be.
Despite the fact that we are 2 atheists, 1 devout Catholic and 1 Evangelical Christian our mother taught us to love each other unconditionally, and so we still do.
I can not imagine how any mother could be better than she was.
Steve Rider,
Thank you for sharing your experiences. It is nice to know that you do have a very loving family.
Dave said:
“Call your Mother.” Agreed, I just have’nt found the perfect derisive term that will inflict the appropriate amount of pain. Still searching.
NeoWolfe
So you had that kind of mother too?
Mine did her damnedest to keep me from growing up, but somehow I managed. Maybe it’s not too late for you, either.
In the category of “no good thing can come from religion”. I’m glad you honor Mother’s Day, Dave. Apparently you’re not aware of it’s origination…
I guess there IS a sliver of truth to the “America’s Spiritual Heritage” resolution…
Steve
Thanks for sharing the story of your mother’s last moments with us. I wish people talked more openly about death. You set a good example.
I couldn’t call my mom, she died a year ago. I do think of her. That’s one of those strange surrealistic situations that you never think you’ll find yourself in till it’s too late. Pay attention to those close to you. I hope those who can did connect with their mothers.