She would have been sixty years old.
I should've been planning a big party for her, going overboard with over-the-hill decorations, and lavishing her with fun little gag gifts.
Instead, I'm missing her.
I'm missing the times she sang along with The Doors and The Mamas and the Papas. I'm missing her laugh, her smile, her presence, the way she'd bust out in an old school cheer at the drop of a hat. I'm missing her voice on the phone... and scared that one day I won't be able to remember it.
I don't ever want to forget her voice.
I don't want to forget anything, other than the fact that she's gone.
The ache in my heart, however, reminds me of that loss every day. It's been nearly eleven years and the hurt is still just as real as it was that day.
I'm missing you mom, more than you'll ever know. Hope you're having a wonderful celebration up there.
If you're lucky enough to still have your mother, give her a call today and tell her how much you love her. You just never know when that opportunity will no longer exist.
Life is too short to not let the people you love know that you love them.