Today would have been my mom’s 60th birthday. I really try not to think about it the days leading up to it each of the 10 years that have passed since she died, but inevitably it happens a day or two before and of course the day of (today) it crushes me. I know, I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself, sad, on the razor’s edge of just breaking down crying because I miss her, but I do. It’s so strange. I can’t seem to be happy that I had my mom for the 27 years that I did. I feel sad that she’s missed out on the last 10 years and counting. I just hope that I made her proud in those years that she was here, and I hope that I can make her proud with the man I’ve become and continue to be. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be over here choking back the tears.
Before I go, I want to mention this. For those of you who don’t have good relationships with your parents… FIX THEM. I’d give anything to have my mom back and it hurts me even more when I see people who hate or don’t even talk to their parents. If they’ve wronged you, forgive them. If you wronged them, ask for forgiveness. It’s never too late.