today would have been my mother's 60th birthday.
i think she may have hated turning 60, but this is no comfort.
it goes without saying my minds eye played small snippits of her all day long. over time, i see her smiling mischevious face more than the pain or sorrow she often displayed. this is sweet relief and leads me to believe in the wisdom that time does heal all sorrow.
i remember her incredible sense of humor, her beautiful auburn hair, that big space between her front teeth, her pride for her children.
you died too young mom, but you taught me well in our time together.
you live on in me, in the way i view the world, in the way i love my family and in my gypsy soul.
i miss you every day.