This year, he's over at his father's house, planting flowers.
I'm in Louisville, still. Not exact time planned for coming home, but most probably after breakfast is over. It's late enough now that I should be able to avoid the thunderstorms predicted for Lexington this morning. We'll see.
I'm a mother. I don't really have a history/habit of particularly enjoying Mother's Day.
I'm a daughter. I made a pin for my mom, and got Ro to make a card to pin it on, to send to her. She called me yesterday, to tell me she got it, and to express concern for Flar, the first Mother's Day since his mother died. She told me about forgetting to send anything to her own mother, the year after her mother-in-law had passed away.
Flar doesn't come to me with his grief. He seems to divert into concern for his father, and how he is dealing with his grief. Thus the flowers. Probably grieving as much as comforting his father, really.
I don't think I'll ever really feel like this is my holiday.