Memories of Mothers Day
Three years ago, Peter took Kelly, Renata, and me to City Island to celebrate Mothers Day. It was the last celebration we had together, for he passed away on Monday, June 1, 2015. We never got to celebrate Fathers Day, we never got to celebrate his birthday on August 9. We never got to celebrate anything anymore. Even that Mothers Day was filled with anxiety, for he had a client who was on Rikers Island awaiting trial. The man called every five minutes, nagging him to come visit him in prison, tormenting him endlessly. He keeled over and died on the middle of the sidewalk. He never came home…
That Mothers Day, we finally cut our outing short and headed back to the city. That excuse for a human being was ruthless, merciless. He is the cause of why our Peter is no longer with us on this earth. It torments me that this man still lives while my beloved husband is buried deep within the ground. Why does he still live while Peter is dead and gone? How am I to comprehend that? Where is the sense in that?
Today is an overcast, grim, chilly day which fits my mood. I am reliving that last Mothers Day with him, and my heart pains me, and my hot, salty tears course down my cheeks. I wonder what would have been if he was allowed to live to a ripe old age. We were so happy together. Why were we given such a short time together?
Oh Peter, my love, my soul mate, the reason for my being, I miss you so very much. I long for you and yearn to be with you wherever you are.