MY MOM WOULD HAVE BEEN 80 YEARS OLD TODAY.
I still miss her everyday. I miss her voice. Her smoky gray eyes, her wickedly off beat sense of humor. I miss having that one person on Earth who loved me the way I love my kids. Over the moon and back, unconditionally, miss them when they sleep…. kind of LOVE. She could listen to me gab on and on about myself and I never felt selfish or self centered. Moms can do that … and without her ..sometimes I feel like I live in a world with no gravity. Nothing that tethers me down and I float, unmoored…
I see my Mom all the time…in the roses that bloom in the yard , in Cooper’s eyes, . IN fact….I saw her body in the mirror when I went to try on bathing suits…kind of Freaked me out.
I hope that there is lots of chocolate cake in heaven and that my Mom and my Dad and Poppi and Maura and my Uncle Dick are all kicked back…celebrating the big EIGHT OH!
HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!