Mother’s Day is something I look forward to and dread at the same time. I have unbelievable joy when I think of the women who have blessed me enough to make me a grandmother. Yet my soul tears in pieces when when I think of the loss of my own mother. She has been gone 11 years now, but passing thoughts of her still brings me to tears to this day. My mother and I didn’t always see eye to eye. She made me the strong independent woman that I am by forcing me to stand up to my beliefs and accept consequences for my actions. I would love nothing more than to be able to pick up the phone and talk to her about nothing. And everything. I still hear her voice in my head. She hated answering machines. Her message was always “Sher, it’s mom. Call me back”. God I wish I could. Just one more time.