Mother's Day: A Character's Point Of View

We thought we'd do something a little different today, in marking Mother's Day. Both of our leading characters in Same Time Tomorrow have their own perspectives and relationships with their mothers, and we thought it would be an ideal choice to write from Gabriel and Chloe's point of view. Enjoy, and let us know what you think....

Gabriel: One of the things that goes through my head every once in awhile is that I'll reach a point where I've gotten older then my parents. That's just a few years away. My mom and dad, Sheila and Alec Miller, were killed by a drunk driver years ago. They were in the prime of life; I was eighteen. Nearly half my life now I've been an orphan. It was a hard time for me, and I found it difficult at times to cope with what I had lost. Now, as time goes on, and I get closer to their age, I wonder a lot how they'd think of the way I've lived my life, of what I've done. I wish they were here, and I miss them terribly.

My mother was a doctor, always the sort who'd help out someone in distress. She had a wry sense of humor- got that from both of her parents, by the way- and a kind heart. Compassion and strength, that's how I'd define her. I think about her, and I wish that she and Dad were still here now. That I could introduce them to Chloe. That'll never happen. They're gone, and I have only the memory of them still with me. Good memories. As hard as it was, there comes a point that I've learned to live with it, that the good memories outweigh the sorrow.

God bless, Mom and Dad. Thanks for bringing me up and doing right by me. I hope you'd be proud of me.

Chloe: My father left us when I was a little girl. No warning, no reason. He just drove off one day and never came back. From that day on, my mother, Linda Masters, became both mother and father to me in a sense. She always did the best she could with a troubled little girl who had anger issues and a tendency to act out aggressively. I never understood why my daddy no longer loved us, and Mom couldn't explain it to me. I hated him for what he did to us, and it left me unable to trust men--until I met Gabriel.

Had I not had such a strong, loving mother, I could have turned out badly.  But she was always patient and loving, doing all she could to repair my damaged emotions. She's not just my mom, she's my best friend. And now I'm going to lose her.

My mother is dying. She has Stage Four pancreatic cancer. It's not fair. This wonderful, loving woman who has, to my knowledge, never had a cross word for anyone, is dying much too soon. How much do you want to bet my so-called father is alive and in perfect health? Mom calls dying "going to her reward." I guess that's true.

If anyone deserves to be rewarded for the live they've lived, it's Mom.

Happy Mother's Day to every mom who reads this!