Mother of goodness, our mother   For many, May is the synonym of Mother and Woman: the month devoted to our mother par excellence, the mother who told us through Saint Juan Dieguito from the top of the Tepeyac hill: "Am I not here, me, your mother? The Mother of the Lord for whom we live”, the Blessed Virgin Mary. During the celebration of Annunciation (Rejoice, Mary, full of grace! Lk 1,28) humankind at large witnessed a very important event. Not only important for the Church, but for all kind-hearted and faithful men and women that joined in the Russia and Ukraine penitential and consecration act by Pope Francis who once again acts upon the request that our Heavenly Mother made through the 3 young shepherds in Fatima (Portugal), Francisco, Jacinta, and Lucia in 1917. Our Lady of Peace concludes her request to consecrate Russia with a magnificent promise: "But, at the end, my Immaculate Heart will prevail. The Holy Father will consecrate Russia to me, and the world will enjoy a period of peace”. Let us not get tired of praying and offering penance so that our Lady's promise is honored by our Heavenly Father's perfect will and the world can have the long-yearned peace for all nations and humanity. Every May, when we celebrate our dear earthly mothers, I cannot help remembering my own mother, "Mama Chuy", who is already in the presence of God for eternity and continues to honor the promise that she made to me before passing away. I know I have shared this story before, but I think it is worth sharing it again for those of you who receive this letter for the first time. A MOTHER FOR EVER One day, when looking for some documents that I urgently needed, I came across a sealed white envelope with my name written in pencil at the center. I recognized the handwriting immediately; it was my beloved mother's. After a pause to recover from the surprise, I was ready to open the envelope and read its contents. I noticed the date. The letter had been written a few years before she died. It consisted in three small sheets where she captured what she had in her heart at the time. The letter was addressed to her son, I. She explained that she was feeling her life was getting shorter. In her words, I discovered the magnificent heart of a mother who gives her life for her children, capable of crossing the oceans and deserts if necessary to provide for them. My dear mother was not perfect, of course. And I do not intend to make you think she was. However, she always expressed her love for God and family one way or another, with immense respect and keeping her own physical and spiritual pain out of sight. She and I would always be close, from my infancy to her departure. It was a farewell letter. She says: "Son, forgive me for the past few years…