This day…

40 years ago today, my mother had me. A birthday is usually a day to celebrate yourself, but I can’t help but feel the celebration should be for her. Without her there would be no me. I don’t just mean having me, but raising me. Providing for me. Teaching me. I miss her a lot. I’m never not going to. On this day, a milestone year, I miss her even more.

I can almost feel her. It’s like I sense her presence. I haven’t felt that before. It’s weird, but it also feels good. The sadness isn’t the only thing I feel, but happiness that she’s with me right now. I’m sure it’s just my subconscious or something, but ignorance is bliss, so I’m just going to enjoy it while it lasts.

Thank you mom, I love you.