93 years ago today, my Mom, the most amazing woman I ever knew, was born. Today, she would have been 93. I lost her, and really, I should say, we lost her, but, well, we did lose her. I lost her.

She was my champion. She was my protector. She was my little mommy. And I miss her.

She could paint. She could deal with my father, for the most part, and she raised two boys, basically on her own. I would like to think that she did a good job with me, jury is still out on that one, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. I wasn’t the easiest, am not the easiest, of people to deal with. Mea Maxima Culpa.

I can still remember the last time I saw her, and how I kissed her head, told her that I loved her, and told her goodbye. And I can still remember the very moment when the nurse told me she was gone. I knew, before I heard the words. Knew that my little mommy was finally at peace.

It’s been an eventful 3 years or so since she passed away. Myriad mistakes made by me, always by me. Lack of judgement, lack of common sense, and a general air of stupidity that has surrounded me at times.

Things, I believe, are on the upswing, however that, as always, remains to be seen. Have to travel hopefully though. Always.

Anyhow, I didn’t want the day to pass without me wishing her a Happy Birthday, and putting a few words down on paper as it were.

So, once again, Happy Birthday Mom.. I miss you. And I love you. Forever and always.

Until next time, I bid you, as always,

Peace.