Today is Mother's Day. I hate it. I lost my mom 2 years ago and now my dad is going through the same thing. His mom, my grandma, died only a month ago. Last night I went to the store and got memorial flowers for my mom, roses for my grandma and a card for my granmda and my boyfriend's mom. That hurt. Imagine your heart being ripped apart realizing you can't give the stuff to your mom other than lay it on her grave? Oh...and you have to keep your composure because you're having to walk to the front of the Wal-Mart store to do it. And now the kicker. My 12 year old rooster Mr. Mom died today. He was taking his last breaths in the pen and one of the other birds was pecking on him. We moved him into the green grass next to the pen where he could hear the baby chicks chirping. He loved baby chicks. So how much more ironic can one day get?