She would have been......

Eighty Nine....

Today is the second year I 'celebrate' her birthday without her. I am not sure how you are supposed to do that. Ignore it? Bake a cake? Drink a glass of champagne in her honor....or do what I am doing.... cry....

I know that does not make sense.... who am I crying for.... well... simply put .... ME !!!!!!!!!!!

I miss her in so many ways.... yes, even her judging criticism that used to drive me nuts. That part that for some insane reason I have adopted as my own evil habit.... that I need to break...get rid of and get over....

but I miss being able to call her to ask , just how was it she made the noodles for her soup...I know... Fred knows, but its just not the same....nothing has ever been quite the same....

Does it get easier over time....I am not sure.... Daddy has been gone longer, and I still miss him most a Christmas.Every year I have a night where I just want him to be here.... that has never passed.....

so to you Mom..... Happy Birthday..... I love you !