On 10th May it was Mothers' Day and for many families a sad day as the covid19 has taken far too many elderly mothers, especially those in Nursing homes. This year I looked at this special day not from a child's view, but from my view as a mother. A few months ago I lost one son to illness and on 10th May this year my other son was critically ill in hospital, not because of the pandemic, but from an appendix operation that went horribly wrong. Every day I thank God for my family and the love each one gives. I give thanks that my son is now recovering.

To a parent your children never really grow up because whatever their ages, they are still your children. You still love them, you still want to help them and care for them. This week my oldest son will be fifty nine. I remember the miracle of his birth and I'm amazed that so many years have passed and how much he has achieved and how much each member of the family has achieved. Right now my son needs my care following the medical emergency, I am grateful that I am strong and healthy and able to give the care that he needs.

At this time all over the world, many hundreds of thousands of families are struggling with health issues linked to the Corona virus. We value and praise the skills of doctors, nurses and all health care workers and the scientists who are working to defeat the virus, and the cleaners and all those workers who strive to make our lives as normal as possible. If it wasn't for the wonderful medical teams that attended to him, I wouldn't have a son now. I thank God for all those medical teams who provided the care needed and the loving care and thoughts of friends and family. Those thoughts have strengthened us all. God Bless you all.

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