Sunday, May 12, 2013
Happy Mothers Day, Barbara.
I was three years old when cancer took you away from me. I don't remember you, but that doesn't mean I don't think about you. Twenty seven years old is an age too young to die, today you would have been seventy two.
I'm sure Peggy won't mind me taking this Mother's Day to honor you as well. Peggy raised me and, to me, was the best mom a girl could hope for.
I like to think you look in on me from time to time to make sure I'm okay. It gives me some peace of mind. And I'm sure Peggy has filled you in on the part of my life she shared with me as my mother.
Every time I look in a mirror I'm reminded of you since I look so much like you.
So today I honor you, mom..... I'm sure I would have measured up to what you would have expected in a daughter.