Happy Birthday Mom.

"Thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and a picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart."

Someone's FB status today used these words. They exhorted you to repost if you missed a loved one. I'm not big on the trendy, cause reposting, but this one spoke to me.
Mom would have celebrated another birthday this past Saturday and it made everything a little bit more melancholy in my world. Every time I look into the face of little E I wonder what things would be like had Mom lived to be her Grandma.

On reclaiming my gifts

"I'm just really good at writing, It's what I do," she said.
And it was all at once eye-opening.  So am I, I thought.  And I'm going to do it.  I'm going to do it because I miss it and because I must and because I should and because -- I'm just good at it.  Period.