She held her tongue too many times to count.  She held her emotions in check as the mouth on that child dug a little deeper into the hurt planted in her heart.  If only I could go back and ask her.  If only I could go back and dig a little deeper into that heart to know that hurt a little better.  To know her a little better.  Not just her as my mother but her as a person.  She loved her family.  I know this.  She loved her church family.  I know this. She loved flowers.  I know this.…