On my birthday I will desperately be missing my mom's phone call on the exact minute of my birth. A phone call she has been making for nearly 25 years. I will be missing that gentle voice of hers saying "Happy birthday honey.". She always called me honey. I am beyond grateful for the last message from her, saved on my phone, that ended with, " Love you honey. On my birthday I will miss her telling us to pick up the speed of signing " Happy Birthday" because it sounded so maudlin at such a slow tempo. So we will sing. Fast and I am certain, through tears.
I will miss her presence in the house. Seeing the joy on her face as she watched her husband, children, and grandchildren, gather yet again for another celebration.
I mostly will be simply missing my mom with all my heart and all my soul. But as I am missing her, I will be living my days, most especially my birthday, honoring her by living fully and completely. Acknowledging the blessing and gift of yet another day in this life.
On my birthday I will be thanking my mother, in all of my moments, for my life and the beautiful example by which she lead hers, and I will be using that beautiful life as a road map for the rest of my days.
Miss you and love you mom.