Today would have been my mom's 52nd birthday. It is still surreal to me that she is gone. Last year on this day, I would have called her up and told her Happy Birthday. I would have gotten her some kind of cute gift and home made card.
Instead, this year, I took flowers to her grave with my sister and brother in-law and my kids. And there is no grave marker, just this sad little orange cone.
Instead, this year, I took flowers to her grave with my sister and brother in-law and my kids. And there is no grave marker, just this sad little orange cone.
It has become my daily ritual to drive past the cemetary to see if the grave marker is there yet. They told it was going to be sometime this week. Crystal and I were joking the other day, that Mom is up in heaven laughing over this. She probably laughed so hard she either farted or snorted. That was her trade mark. She'd be saying to my grandma, "Look, Mom. My grave marker is an orange cone." Even in death, mom would have found the funny side of something.
Well, I know I am posting some of the same pictures of her over and over again. But for the time being, they are all I have scanned in the computer. We are in the process of moving to a new home and most of my stuff is packed up. So, here is a photo taken a few years ago at my cousin Amber's wedding. It is a really good one of her. She loooked happy, healthy and really cute.
Mom, where ever you are tonight, I wish you a happy 52nd birthday. I love you and miss you more than I can begin to say.
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