Today would’ve been your 66th birthday, Mommy. It would’ve been nice to talk to you about everything like we always do, but it’s just how things are now. An unexpected (cheesy!) song suddenly popped into my head while I fondly reminisced memories of you this afternoon, like magic.

I always thought you were the best
I guess I always will
I always thought that we were blessed
And I feel that way still
Sometimes we took the hard road
But we always saw it through

It’s not even one of the songs you’d ever hear me (or daddy) play on the guitar. But there it is.

I miss you so much it hurts. Always will.

I love you.