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  • It's been so long since I have seen her smile and felt her warm embrace.

    Today is the first day of Spring and I want to share it with mom

    Her smile and dance as the seasons changed

    And my laugh and delight at her silly ways filled my soul.

    Dad rolls over in bed and reaches to touch her and she is no longer there.

    He wants to share this hot and humid day with her too.

    As I passed their house in De Pere I thought I would see mom out cleaning the pool, even though it is only March 20th.

    Instead I saw a man sitting in the backyard enjoying the warm weather and the fruits of her past labor and his labor yet to come.

    The world is upside down now that she is gone.

    Summer in March brings both a sense of excitement and uneasiness.

    The trees are in full bloom and the nights are hot.

    The air is turgid with too much moisture for an early Spring day.

    Is this how it is to be?

    Times change after all and that is how it should be.

    My mother always told me that this was a good thing.

    Where we plant ourselves changes

    Spring is no longer a lady in waiting, she is here

    Life moves on and we make room for the next generation.

    Somethings never change:

    People will always fall in love

    The seasons will continue to change

    I will always miss my mom.

    My dad will continue to roll over and search for her hand.

    Hope for the future and anticipation of tomorrows will continue to be the gifts of Spring

    Yet underneath the audacity of Spring lurks the chilling edge of Winter
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