Some mornings are unlike other mornings. Some mornings begin with joy and others sadness, and Sept 15 just happens to be one of those days. One of those days I choose to look back on with joy as I remember my mom who has passed away. Today would have been her 60th birthday.
Undoubtedly, instead of being on this flight headed to the CLO forum a day early, I would have flown a day later and arrived just in the knick of time because today we would have been celebrating 60 years of life for the woman who taught me more about love and sacrifice than anyone.
Mom - your smile is missed, your joy is missed. Your desire for quality time with me, someone who struggles to sit and be, reminded me it’s often exactly what I need. You are so loved and, deeply, deeply missed.