It’s November 10th and this date will always be a difficult one for me. My mom would have been 93 years old today. She has definitely been on my mind a lot the past couple of weeks and I am sure that it is because of this date.
Two birthdays pass without being able to celebrate with her and while I am happy she is celebrating in heaven (think of all the ice cream and cookies she may be enjoying) it is difficult to imagine that she has been gone for almost 2 years already.
So I do what I usually do when I want to cherish the memory. I look at pictures and think about things that she and I did, especially in the last ten or so years, and remember that we had some really special moments together.
So happy heavenly birthday, Mother. I miss you.