Monday was a bit of a bittersweet evening.

My mother passed away in 2009.  As part of her will, her retirement check was to be distributed amongst us three children on a monthly basis over a span of time until everything was disbursed.

This was typical mom, always wanting to help somehow, no matter how much it was.  It was always the thought that counted.  Even in her passing, she was helping take care of us.  And it’s kind of silly, but even though it wasn’t coming from her, it was still an active reminder that she wanted to help us out.

Monday I received a letter from the pension department that had been handling her disbursements.  Our deposit this month was the final deposit.  Now mind you, I don’t really care about the money.  It’s the gesture that it represented.  In a small way, it’s like she was still here taking care of us.  And now, now everything will just be a memory, no active participation any more. 

I cried.  I still cry.  If you are reading this, and you still have time to spend with your parents, I encourage you to do so.  If you need to mend a relationship with your parents, I pray you can and will.