Today would have been my mother's 75th birthday. Somehow I think spending it in heaven might be even better than spending it here, even though the sun is shining brilliantly. Happy birthday, mom.
What's to know? I love my daughter, my family and friends. I'm Anglican (please don't say 'Episcopalian'), I vote, I detest finding little bits of paper on the floor or in the car. The smell of warm sesame oil makes me happy. I have Sjogren's Syndrome, which is neither curable nor fatal, but is often quite a pain (in the neck and other places).
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Her birthday-mate celebrated for her in grand style. I thought of her all day, too. Not a day goes by that I don't remember her, and you, to God.
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