A Story on Mother’s Day

“We love our parents because they loved us first.” – Gary Vaynerchuk

At my grandmother’s funeral a woman I had never met told me a story:

One Sunday about ten years ago, I went to St. Paul’s Church for the first time. After mass a woman came up to me and said: “I don’t recognize you, are you new?”

She said she was, had just moved to town. This was her first Sunday at her new home and wanted to pick a church to attend, but she was not sure which one to go to. She could not ask any of her friends, because she had none here.

My grandmother replied, “My name is Helen, so now you do now.”