Today, my mother would have been 59 years old. Right on the cusp of 60. Its rare that a day goes by and I don’t think about her. What her thoughts were on the internet. What she thought about my life’s current situation. What it would of been like to talk about the first black president. A democrat to boot.
I can’t count how many times I would have killed to have her around just to talk to. About life’s big decisions. Those things I just couldn’t talk to my dad about. Yet sometimes, maybe it was for the best. Some of the things that I have done since she’s been gone, I know she would have been disappointed in me, if not totally and utterly pissed off at me. Ultimately though, I think she would have been proud.
Happy birthday, mom.
You couldn’t have said that any better. Your mom was a very special person. She was taken to soon and is missed dearly. I will never forget her because she was the most caring and understanding person I have ever met.