Mother’s Day will never be the same for me

This is my first Mother’s Day without my second mother.

My biological mother died in 1986 when I was 25. During those early years, she taught me to walk, talk, read and write and how to treat a woman.

She was there for all my childhood milestones. From the first birthday, to the first day of kindergarten, T-ball games, high school dances and the first time my heart was broken, my mom was always by my side.

I figured I’d never have that type of mother-son relationship again. If you’re lucky, you get one shot at being a son.

Then when I married Tammy in 1990, I was given another opportunity. Talk about a blessing.

From our wedding day forward, I called Tammy’s mother, Geraldine “Jerry” Post, Mom. We ended every phone call and every visit with, “I love you.”

She died of cancer at Hospice of Dayton on April 21, 13 days after her 86th birthday and 16 days before Mother’s Day.

It’s hard to believe that I