I am a horrible daughter and forgot that yesterday was my mom's birthday. She would have been 52. She was too young to have died when she did. The older I get the more that plays in my head. She had so much life to live, so many things to see and do. Not a week goes buy that something doesn't happen that I don't want to share with her. I can't count the number of times I've picked up a pen to write her a letter to tell her about something or other that's happend. Lord I wish she was still here. Never in the condition she was in for her illness was the personification of a living hell in my eyes. But in my weaker moments I long to be able to talk to her again, hear her laugh, have her hug me. I forget how bad it was while she was alive when I get to missing her.
So Happy Birthday Mom. I miss you and I'll always love you. And you can bet your bottom dollar I would have given you hell for getting to so old :D But I'm equally sure you'd have given me as much hell over the fact that I have as much gray hair as you.
