Happy Birthday in Heaven to my mother Anita. Today would have been her 90th birthday.
I miss her very much and I think of her often but I have yet to grieve for her. I know that her suffering and sadness is over, I know that she is with God and because I believe that I know she is with my father.
More than anything, I miss talking with her. I miss her laughter, especially when she was laughing at herself. I miss her cooking, not so much in recent times but the food she cooked when I was growing up. Good Mexican food. With the exception of Chile Verde, she stopped cooking Mexican food after my father passed away. I miss taking her out to dinner. She loved it when we were all together at the table.
She was a strong independent woman who took no crap from anyone. Like a small stick of dynamite, small but powerful.
As she would say often in her later years, usually referring to all that my father had missed, "No one sees everything. No one sees the whole story.". She was right. As my mother, she was the beautiful first chapter in my story.
I love you ma and miss you. Know that I am okay.All of us are.
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