You cannot get to be this age without having had great love and also great loss.
To my mothers, and their mothers, and their mother's mothers, stretching back through time: Thank you for the joy. Thank you for your gifts. I love you. No matter what.
To my children, all my children, here and gone. Thank you for the joy. Thank you for your gifts. I will always love you, come what may.
Sometimes, I used to have a ritual, like Havdallah, to end Mother's day. To celebrate the separation, and the start of the week and month and year. Not today. I will just be glad when this beastly day is done and gone.