Seventy-one years ago today a baby girl entered this world at around 1:30 am. She was the the fourth child of the family. She was the second girl, born just 11 months after her sister. Because she and her sister were less than a year apart they were considered "Irish Twins".
She was my best friend. She was my mother. I talked to her on the phone every day. She always had a funny story to tell, a kind ear to listen. Anything I needed - she was there.
She lived her life to it's fullest. She always saw the positive in everything and everyone. She would put herself aside to make those around her comfortable and happy.
Her life ended way to soon. She was only 52 years old when she was taken from me. You know what they say, only the good die young and that saying is so very true with her.
So I sit here writing this with tears in my eyes. I'll have a good cry and then get on with my day. You see, she wouldn't want me to be sad and crying. She would want me to be happy and living my life to it's fullest.
So today I'll celebrate life. Today we will be celebrating my grandson's first birthday. I can't think of a more fitting way to remember mom today - by celebrating life not mourning death.
She lives in my heart and in my soul. Her spirit lives within me. She will be with me forever! I love her and miss her and always will!
Happy Birthday, Mom!! I love you!!!