Yesterday would have been my mom's 59th birthday. I miss her. It's crazy to think she didn't even make it to 60. I now have a pet peeve -- hearing older people complain about being old. Well. . . getting old is the price you pay for living.
I think about her all the time too, especially on July 8th. I don't think I'll ever have her qualities that made her so wonderful, but I can rejoice that I called her friend.
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I think about her all the time too, especially on July 8th. I don't think I'll ever have her qualities that made her so wonderful, but I can rejoice that I called her friend.
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