Oh how I want to be at your party. I bet it is a heavenly day up there. You always thought it was so special that your birthday was on the summer solstice the longest daylight day of the year. Wonderful. You were special. You are special. All the memories that I have of you and your impact on my life and the lives of others matters even now.
I love all the fun we shared. My hope is to be that fun loving person to those in my life. You are a great example of taking the bumps in life in stride and never dwelling on the complaints. You were never a wallowed or pity party person. Life unfolded and you adjusted. Breast cancer, losing dad, financial difficulties never paused you or turned you sour. I strive to be more like you. Nothing is accomplished by sniveling. The only thing it does accomplish is pushing others away from us.
When someone asks what lessons I learned from my parents I say Dad taught me generosity and you taught me to stay positive. What lessons am I teaching my own children and their children? How am I living my life as an example? Not the lectures I spew but the actions that I take are what imprints deep in people’s hearts.
So here is to you Mom on you birthday. I am sad I can’t call you or watch you blow out the candles on your banana nut cake. But I can remember you and all the fabulous times we shared. For that I am forever grateful.
In Him,
Joyful
6-21-25
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