The Next Day

Yesterday was the best day of my life. Today was the worst. One day makes a difference in a life. Yesterday 38 years ago, my son was born. Today last year, my mother died. From joy to sorrow in 24 hours. I am off of work today to spend the day with my parents. I will visit my mother and then my father. I will remember the wonderful years I had with her. Last year she had the consideration to hold on one more day so she would not pass away on her grandson's birthday. She would never have done that to him. She was in death as she was in life, selfless.