Today would have been my mom's eighty-first birthday. It's hard to imagine what she'd be like at that age. She died when she was fifty-nine. I know that seems like a long time ago but I still miss her. She would have loved Emma.
Happy Birthday Mom. You were a hoot. Thanks for teaching me how to laugh - even when the going got tough.
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