Filed Under: Memories of my mother The hardest good-bye is saying good-bye to my mom Share11TweetPin11 Shares My plane leaves Canada in four hours and fifty minutes. I will have to say good-bye to Canadian flags, to the town I grew up in and to my mom. The hardest good-bye is saying good-bye to my mom. I love you mom. More from my siteA can of King Oscar Sardines and a cell phoneHugs and kisses for those who died on September 11th, 2001Would you like to #kick sugar with me and Teresa?digging post holesHow much is your dream worth? Or why I worked at Converse on Black FridayBe like Vincent Van Gogh and don’t listen to the critics Share11TweetPin11 Shares