Today is Momma’s birthday.

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She would have been 63. Four years ago, when she died, her birthday fell on Easter Sunday. She missed it by just a month.

I am missing her in all sorts of new ways this time around. Less of a sharp pang and more of a dull ache that surfaces when other areas of my life are worn. And I say, sometimes out loud, “I miss you, Momma.” I say that frequently.

I miss telling her things. All kinds of things. I want to ask her so many questions. I want to talk to her about my husband and my daughter. I want to ask her what I was like when I was that age. I want to hear what she has to say.

But that will have to wait.

Happy birthday, Momma. I love you so much.

 

pray for me, until I see you again.



2 comments

  1. Viv wrote:

    Amen seester – I feel the same.

    love you.

  2. Caitlin E. wrote:

    Praying for you, too.