Happy birthday Mom. You would have been 77 today. I cannot help but feel redundant to say that I love and miss you, because it seems that I say that every time. But I do love and miss you every day.
And that I wish you were here. I think you would be proud of me, at least I hope so. I think that you would smile to see the life that I have made and rebuilt for myself. I know you would love the people I have around me. Most of them you already knew, though some are new.
I am taking care of you plants, your cat and everything else. I have l=had to learn to let go of certain things and certain people. One that was too toxic to hold onto and another who I could do nothing else for. I know you would understand both.
I cannot help but think of your birthdays in the past, how we had so much fun. I loved buying gifts for you. I loved seeing your face when I gave you something you really liked. I miss having coffee with you in the morning, and wine with you in the evening. I cannot help but think of all the laughter we had and would have if you were still here.
Mom, I just miss you. But I feel you close to me all of the time. And I am getting through life without you. I know that is what you would have wanted.
And here it is, your birthday gift this year: I am OK. I am happy. And I will be OK. Because you taught me how to live a strong life. Because you lead by example. Because you were the best teacher. But you don’t need to worry, you taught me well.
I do have a favor to ask. One of my best friends is sick. Can you please say a good word for her. I know His Will be done, but a good word couldn’t hurt.
I Love you and miss you every day.