Mom gave each fo her four daughters one of these letters on Mother's Day. I'll cherish it always.
Today was a hard day. Mom sold her car. Not because she wanted to by any means, but because she had to. Mom's car was everything to her. It was the last freedom she had. It meant that she could leave to go visiting, do errands, or just go for a drive whenever she felt lonely or bored. It was her lifeline. We knew this day would come, and dreaded it, but not as much as Mom. We understand the importance her car held for her. We understand where she is coming from. We understand the tears, the frustration, the hurt, and the anger. But Mom has to understand that it was out of necessity, it wasn't some cruel act by her daughters that made this day necessary. It was time. We will continue to be there for her, and make sure her life goes on as normally as possible. And hopefully, Mom will come to realize it was for the best, and find her freedom again.
