My mom passed in 2009, and a year later, I moved to the seaside resort we visited every year. I bought a bench on the boardwalk, right across the street from the hotel we stayed in, with a memorial plaque that reads “Mom’s Bench.” I like to think that any mom who sees the bench thinks it’s for her, and sits down to watch the ocean. On Mother’s Day, I sit on her bench for a little while and thank her for being my person.