Merry Christmas, Mom - Part Ix

What I'm saying about you isn't hard for others to understand. You were my mother and until March of 2013, I was a lucky man. But you died on March the 6th of 2013 and I ran out of luck. When I had to say goodbye, it felt like lightning had struck. You and I spent our Christmases together for over forty years. But we'd never share another Christmas and losing you drove me to tears. You were so special that they probably threw a party when you arrived at the Pearly Gates. I know that The Lord is happy to have you in Heaven but your death is something that I hate. You were such an awesome mother and that made my brother and I better men. And it's still very sad to know that we can't spend any Christmases together again. When you died, I was devastated and it made me encounter some stormy weather. But I still wish you a Merry Christmas even though we can't spend Christmas together. [Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]