Yes, I attend church regularly, since I have been Roman Catholic since birth.
I have not missed a holy day of obligation in at least two years.
When I was at Mass on a Sunday, I was listening to our priest, Father Al, talk about how important it was to his mother that his son visit her for the Easter holiday.
It was nice to see you, she told Al.
I know I may have committed a sin, of sorts, but I will publicly confess it now: I am a jealous son. You see, I know so many guys who make it to their 40s, 50s and 60s, or even later, and their mother is still with them.
A boy is what his mother makes him, so the saying goes. A man is how his mother sustains him. The emotional bond between a son and mother is essential. As a husband, we form our opinions about women from our mother.
When she is with him, a son can feel emotionally sound. When she is not . . .
I lost Mom to ovarian cancer in October 1981. She was 56 years old. She was gone from us in less than two months after my 21st birthday.
What did I learn? I miss Mom very, very greatly. She was the most genuine and sincere person I have ever known. And you just can’t get over a loss like that.
What did I learn? Never, ever take someone you love for granted. They could be with you one day and gone the next.
What do I regret? That I didn’t know Mom very much as a mature adult. When I was 21, I was only a couple of years removed from being an ignorant and impatient teenager.
How do I go on? I think of Mom on her birthday and on my parents’ anniversary, on May 5, which would have marked their 72nd.
Mom and Dad are both gone. But their personalities remain with me.
But when I see a guy with his mom, or hear a man talking about his mother, and the fact she is still around, I know the universe is horrible and completely unfair. And I mean completely.