Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I've had a nice Mother's Day, at my own home, of course.  My younger son, his wife and one year old came over as well as my younger daughter, her husband and two boys.  They brought pasta salad and green salad and I made fried chicken and jello salad.  The kids played, we monitored and it was very relaxing.  Now I'm going to make up my grocery list and then read my book, Paulette Jiles' Simon the Fiddler.  The sun came out this afternoon, but it's chillier, and supposed to rain tomorrow.  I hope it does.  Anything to ward off drought.  I think of my own mother, gone over thirty years, and how  complex she was, caught in the mores of the fifties, without an education (only to 3rd grade) and yet how vibrant, fun, generous and loving she was.  She had a passel of friends and she adored and kept up with all her siblings (11) and was a great grandmother to my kids.  She died at 61, and it was sudden and surprising.  Yet I had made my peace with her, after the usual stages of rebellion, anger and judgement, and I wish she'd had more time.  I see her in myself in many ways, and her social skills and artistic abilities I envy.  She left a hole in the world.