Him whose mother is no more, distress carries off.

[kanichan]

"You know, this necklace makes me think of this totally random memory of my mother.  I was a little kid, and I was crying for whatever reason, and she was cradling me, rocking me back and forth, and I can just remember the silver balls floating around.  And there was, like, snot running down my nose, right?  And she offered me her sleeve...and told me to blow my nose into it.  And I can remember, even as a little kid, thinking to myself: This is love...this is love."

-Zach Braff, Garden State

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.