This is Memorial Weekend. This weekend we remember our loved ones and those special men and women who fought so bravely for our freedom. We place a mum, a rose, a wreath upon the stone of a loved one and stand there for a little while remembering. This Memorial Weekend I have a letter I must write. A letter that is very overdue. A letter to someone very dear to my heart. I want to write this letter before it is to late for her too read it. So I write with every word coming from deep within my heart. My dear special Mother, I was one and a half years old when dad brought you home to me. You walked into my heart and I onto yours. Sometimes a mother does things because she has a special kind of heart beating inside her chest. A heart that reaches out. A heart that is tender. A heart that understands the pain of another. A heart that is selfless. A heart that does a deed just because she loves and she cares. A heart that never seeks attention. But someon...