I still have the card in my desk drawer, lower left. I look at it every other year at this point. "Happy Mother's Day to my sister who showed me how to be a great mom..."
I found it at a rummage sale; I accumulate cards like a squirrel hordes acorns. Purchased in July, intending to send it the following May, I never dreamed I'd burying her instead.
So the card sits in the bottom of my desk drawer, lower left. I cannot throw it out. I cannot mail it. Why did I wait, I wonder. Why did I wait?