This morning there was a Mother's Day run through downtown, with about 10,000 participants. We crossed paths with them several times on our morning walk.
I've been thinking a lot about my mother the past day or so. I suppose it is best to put aside regrets and remember the good times. My parents met in England during WW II. When my father asked her to marry him, she didn't give an immediate answer. She spoke with her best friend, crying and asking how she could say no without hurting him. "Did you ever think about saying yes?", the friend asked. Oh! And so they were married. I'd like to thank that friend; I don't know where I'd be without her. I know it wasn't easy for my mother to pack up and move to another, and very different, country.
L tried calling her mother several times last night, but was unable to get through, as all the international lines were tied up. She'll have to leave it until later tonight, which will be tomorrow in Oz.