I mean it.
As I’ve written this week, Mother’s Day isn’t an easy one for me anymore.
It used to be, though. My mom’s birthday is May 21, so I could always combine her birthday and Mom’s Day into one big celebration. And it was always a great day when we celebrated both of them. Always.
(I just realized that I wrote about her birthday in the present tense. I saw it and thought about changing it to the past tense, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t know why. It’s not a big deal, is it?)
When I wrote last week’s column in advance of Mother’s Day, I didn’t think I’d be able to bring myself to publish it. It wasn’t that I was putting a lot of myself out there in black and white — I don’t know that I really did — but rather because it wasn’t a sports column, and I wasn’t sure how that would be received on the front page of the Sports section.
Now I know.
I write this completely and utterly humbled. I honestly can’t believe the response it’s gotten from my colleagues at the Herald, from friends and family, and most of all, from readers.
People have written and said some incredibly wonderful things to me and about me over the last few days, and while I don’t think I deserve any of it, I can’t thank each and every one of you out there enough. I appreciate all of it.
You are all entirely — entirely — too kind.