My mom's birthday was this Monday. Almost 4 years ago she fought a valiant battle against cancer and lost. On Monday, she would have been 69 years old. I would have sent her a little something. I would have called her. I can imagine the conversation. We would have talked and laughed and teased a bit. Our family would have sung "Happy Birthday" to her over the phone.
My mom was a good mom, a good person, a good friend. She was kind and compassionate, generous and melancholy. She was just the right size to hug. There was no one in my life that cared about me the way she did, about the mudane things and the essential things and everything in between. She loved my kids and she was both tickled and comforted by the way that Pastormac loves me.
She would have enjoyed Love Thursday & Love Is All Around.