…for my mother. Mostly, wishing she were still here to celebrate what should have been her 72nd birthday. Still miss you every day, mom.
Her favourite spirit: Bushmill’s. Every year iDJ joins me in a glass and a toast to Mom on her birthday and on the day we lost her.
❤ & ((()))'s
It was my mums 3rd anniversary on Sunday…
Irreplaceable! Cheers x
Sorry, babe. I won’t allow myself to count the years tonight, but it doesn’t matter as the scar never fully heals.
Oh Spiders. Thinking of you…. Happy Birthday, Spiders’ Mom–you musta been something!
Hug yours for me, will you? And tell her a perfect stranger is passing her a bit of affection across many miles in appreciation of the lovely daughter she raised. 🙂
I will, Spiders–what a lovely thing to say. Thank you.
I’ve been sending a note to Mom most days to her at the nursing home and in this morning’s, I told her what you said.
I’m sorry for your sadness….
Thanks, its nice to know the hugs are being spread! I’m okay. I think my ritual helps. It’s funny – sometimes I ‘forget’ that her anniversary day is approaching, but then I realise I’ve been in a funk for three days and realise why. Not so much for her birthday.
A lady of great taste obviously who knew abot her spirits —–she deserves a toast in Black Bush!
Oh she liked that one even better! I can’t afford it though 🙂