My wife and I sent my mother four dozen roses for Mother's day. It's a mix of roses of different colors. There are 48 roses to represent the 48 years she has been a mother. And I suppose the thorns represent something in that also.
We spoke to my mother for a few minutes only. She's having trouble breathing again. She did the chemotherapy on Thursday, and the next day was ok, but Saturday and Sunday have been rough. My father thought about bringing her into the hospital, but they decided to wait and see if her breathing improves. It would suck to be in the hospital on Mother's Day.
I can't find an easy way to play the song, so I have linked to it below on the Podshow network, where Jim Fidler's music is used in Podcasts such as Phedipidations, the show about running. The music and the words are beautiful but haunting. "We won't worry about the Winter, worry 'bout it raining, worry 'bout the snow..."
The Curra Road
Copyright (c) Ger Wolfe 2002
In the Summer we'll go walking, way down to the river, down the Curra road. There's the blue sky we'll walk under, listen to the humming bees and on we'll go.
We won't worry about the Winter, worry 'bout it raining, worry 'bout the snow. In the Summer we'll go walking, way down to the river, down the Curra road.
Past the cattle at their grazing, through the woods of hazel, holly, birch and oak. Past the robin on the gatepost, singing to the bluebells, sunlight is their host.
We won't worry 'bout the radio, worry 'bout the traffic, worry 'bout the phone. In the Summer we'll go walking way down to the river, down the dusty road.
There is music in the river, listen to it dancing, underneath the bridge, and the wind is hardly breathing, words unto the willow branches overhead.
We won't worry 'bout the government, worry 'bout the video, worry 'bout the day. In the Summer we'll go waltzing, hand in hand together, down the dusty way.
If you click on the link to PodShow below you should be able to play the song by clicking on the small arrow below the word "Listen."