As Mother’s Day approached, I suddenly realized that it would be the 10th one that has occurred since I don’t have my mother with an earthly address to which I could address a card.

Mother’s Day evokes too many thoughts about her to fit in this column — or a book. I have no idea how many delicious meals she cooked for Dad, my two brothers, sister and me. However, I can recall her taking the time to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for us kids by spreading two squares of peanut butter and two of jelly on a piece of bread.

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