Tuesday, June 5, 2007
It was a sunny, cloudless day in a small church in Piseco, New York, that my Mother-in-law whispered in my ear "I love you." She was tearful and happy, I was getting married to her daughter. I never forgot that moment. She knew love and life were impermanent and that they could be gone as soon as you uttered the words, but I got the feeling her love would be felt forever. I was right. I grew up watching comedians on television doing mother-in-law jokes. I also got to here compliants through the years; first hand accounts of in-law problems, I knew I would never have. Her whispered words still echo in that small church in Piseco, and are with me wherever I go. I love you Mom.
