Healthwise, being sixty sucks. My dear dad died this year. I was with him at the end and glimpsing my own possible demise, being, gulp, sixty, and mourning my dad was enough to pump my blood pressure to dangerously high levels and awaken the sleeping chicken pox virus I had as a child that developed into shingles.
Mother's Day is the time to show your mom some serious love. But how? Most of us love flowers and chocolate. So, consider getting mom a little of both. What we really treasure, though, is the priceless gift of time and conversation. And there are few things more important to talk about than your mom's health.