It took my sister Barbara to remind me that yesterday would have been our mother’s 95th birthday if she were alive. My son shared his birthday with her. I can’t believe I forgot. I think it was because yesterday I was missing Damon so much.
My mom passed away in 1997. She had dementia and had been in a nursing home for about 6 years.
My Mom on the left. She was one of 12 children. I think it must have been difficult for her family. They didn’t have much but they all survived.
Me, my mom and my two cousins. I remember you always called me “angel”.
Me, my mom and my sister. I always cuddled up with you in the evening.
You were a good mom. You did the best you could. You weren’t a very good cook. Thank goodness Dad was. I wish you would have been more happy. I hope you are finally happy now.
Happy Birthday Mom!! I am sure you’re up in heaven with Dad. I miss you both.