I’m never quite sure what will hit me and when. Time certainly helps heal the gap between those moments. I still think I’m too busy as a mom to sit still and think about her loss as much as I want to.
But, that’s probably a good thing.
Today, she would have been 59. This picture was taken on the last birthday we had with her, her 54th birthday.
Too young to go. Most definitely too young to go.
But if you’ve joined the club I’m in… then you’ll understand when I say this; She no longer suffered and I was happy for her.
Not happy for me. Happy for her.
Not happy she died. Happy she no longer suffered.
Not happy I won’t get to see her grow old..just happy for her peace.
Happy Birthday Mom!