It has been two years today that I lost my mom, my best friend and my buddy.  Everyday I miss her.  Today most especially.  Its raining with snow mixed in and I feel blah.  I don't know if the sun was out that I would feel any better.
A mother's love is an unconditional love.  A love that you will never feel from anyone. Mary Mastro (as she called herself) was unselfish, caring and loving, not only to her family but everyone she knew. 
I miss you everyday.  Love you,  your daughter.

My mom was born in Worcester, MA. A few years later her family moved to Brooklyn, NY.  Most of her younger years were spent in NY.  The family moved back to Worcester when she was about 15 years old.  There she met my Dad and they were married in 1947.  They moved to Shrewsbury, MA in 1958 and she lived there the remainder of her life.