Mary Beth Cichocki
Mothers Day. Those two words once brought happy memories of cards and flowers, crabs and beer. My family gathered together to celebrate motherhood. Three generations laughing and loving. Sharing the memories of childhood, then teen years that became adult years changing our families women into mothers. Every year we gathered together at my house. A beautiful family tradition. Grandmothers, Aunts, Mother in Law, sister, sons and daughter. To celebrate family and love. This year Mother’s Day grabs my heart and shatters it like glass. Broken in too many pieces to ever be repaired. Our family forever changed by addiction. A beautiful family tradition now missing a very large presence.
