My Mommy
Today is my mother's birthday.
I've had enough of the rest of the bullshit holidays that are set on the yearly calender. She deserves a national day of honor.
If you are a follower of this blog and you have read the words of loss and despair over the last few years, you have to wonder, in awe, about the strength of a woman who has been smack dab in the middle of the heartbreak.
I know I do.
Mom has endured. She has not missed a single gathering. She has had her moments of sadness to be sure, but she hasn't dropped it any of our feet. No matter why we get together, she's right there in the center of it all, telling a joke, offering an opinion, cooking something that no one else will even bother to try cooking because she just blows everyone away.
Her eyes fill with tears at the mere mention of some of those we've lost, but she fights them back.
She's the strongest person I've ever had the pleasure to meet.
And I tell anyone that will listen. I have never had a fight with my Mom. We've never really disagreed to the point where we were even a little angry with one another.
That goes back 47 years.
And today is her day.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
I can't promise you won't feel the heartache today, but I do know one thing for sure, you'll battle it back...
...and lead the rest of us through the darkness.
I've had enough of the rest of the bullshit holidays that are set on the yearly calender. She deserves a national day of honor.
If you are a follower of this blog and you have read the words of loss and despair over the last few years, you have to wonder, in awe, about the strength of a woman who has been smack dab in the middle of the heartbreak.
I know I do.
Mom has endured. She has not missed a single gathering. She has had her moments of sadness to be sure, but she hasn't dropped it any of our feet. No matter why we get together, she's right there in the center of it all, telling a joke, offering an opinion, cooking something that no one else will even bother to try cooking because she just blows everyone away.
Her eyes fill with tears at the mere mention of some of those we've lost, but she fights them back.
She's the strongest person I've ever had the pleasure to meet.
And I tell anyone that will listen. I have never had a fight with my Mom. We've never really disagreed to the point where we were even a little angry with one another.
That goes back 47 years.
And today is her day.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
I can't promise you won't feel the heartache today, but I do know one thing for sure, you'll battle it back...
...and lead the rest of us through the darkness.
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