Each day that draws August 19th near makes my heart break.
Another “first”. Mom’s birthday. Without her.
Tonight I look at photos over at Facebook. I scroll past this year and as I hit the November-December mark of last year, I see photos that family took of our last days with mom. Her pixie cut hair. Those sharp facial features. The cheekbones and chin that becomes prominent everytime she smiles. I miss those.
The hubs and the little one are on their way home. The maid and I will follow. Its a long weekend for us and what a great coincidence that it falls on her birthday.
Mom, you told Maja in her dream that if ever I needed to talk to you, you’re just there.
I miss you. Mostly tonight. Tomorrow. And especially on Sunday.
I finally fixed the locket tonight. So I’ll be wearing you close to my heart every single day.
33 years was not enough for us to be together.
But I know you are happy and content to be where you are now.
And with my tears, I still am glad.