I miss my mother so. Although she passed away one month shy of her 82nd birthday, I still feel I did not have enough time with her. Next to God, my mother was the most important person in my life. I know we are meant to pass from the physical world, but I still miss her so much. I remember the day after she passed when my sisters and I had to go to the funeral home to make arrangements. The lady at the funeral home asked us if we wanted to see my mother (before being scheduled for cremation). My sisters said yes and went to see her. I knew I would have been unconsable if I had seen her so deathly, pale, cold, unlike how she was when she was alive. No, I just couldn’t. Oh how I wish my mama were here for me to love her more, wait on her, cook for her, take her to the doctor, and more. It was an honor to help her. Please, my dear sisters and brothers, cherish your parents and help them with a happy, and grateful heart: honor them as God says.