Today is my mother’s birthday. She would be 92 years old today. I have been thinking about her all week leading up to today, remembering the gifts she gave me. I was the fourth and last child she would have although she always told me she wanted six children. She loved us all fiercely!
Today I will celebrate by remembering all the gifts she gave me and treasuring all the memories. This blog I wrote on my 37th day of 365 days of blogging only scratches the surface of who she was to me. I still miss her so much.
If I can be remembered with the same level of love with which she is remembered, then I will have lived a good life.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
Today would have been my mother’s 91st birthday. To imagine she could have lived to 91 is mind blowing. She would have met all her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren. If she would have lived to 80 or 70 or 60 or even 50 would have been such a blessing. But that was not to be. I suffered a lot after losing her at such an early age, but I am forever thankful that she was my mom.
I, of course have wonderful memories of my mom. She was a no-nonsense, call them like she sees them kind of person. She was not much to give out lots of cuddles, but her love was relentless and without question. She believed a lot more in self-sufficiency and women being strong than she felt about the importance of coddling us. She grew up in a time that women had to…
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