Happy Birthday Mommy

Jan. 17th marked my Mom's 56th Birthday. Inevitably it was going to be a sad day but throughout the years I have learned what works best for me. Rather than dwelling and feeling sorry I thought of the good times (how cliche, but it's true). I would think about her radiant movie-star looks, her coffee mug that always had a bright red lipstick mark, her laugh, her diamond necklace that never ceased to loose its sparkle, her hair so high and teased yet still as smooth and shiny as a pearl, and most of all her love. I decided the best way to celebrate was to celebrate together. I wore one of her old sweaters that sure enough had peach roses on it. The whole entire day I did not shed one tear of sadness, it was tears of happiness bc I do believe I have finally come to be at peace with the situation. Of course, I miss her uncontrollably and it hurts so bad but that is the game of life. Take it one day at a time. Happy Birthday Mommy! I Love You!

Peace and Love,