Calm thoughts on Mama’s birthday!!!!

Happy Birthday, Mama!!!!

We’re all getting older, aren’t we?  I just heard a loud and clear "DUUUUUUH" in my head from some almost-anonymous source.

Today, my mother is 52 years young.  Sometimes, I get a little saddened on her birthdays.  Not because she is older or what have you, but because she’s 9 years older than Daddy lived to be.  He died at age 43.  Mama was always "so much younger" than Daddy that it is strange now to think she’s older, you know?

I’m very happy that Mama was permitted to stay with us (by God, I mean).  I don’t know what I would do without her, and I don’t want to find out.  I’m in no hurry to be a motherless child.

It is a happy day, but still it is tinged with sadness.  I wonder, sometimes, if I will always feel this sadness.  I know I will always miss Daddy, but will it always put a sad edge on happy days?  I suppose I’ll just have to wait and find out.

So now, I’m sitting here typing this entry and trying to finish waking up.  I swear, I’m aging more than I should be!!!!  I need to take my stinking iron pills.  Damn – forgot to take one.

My Mikey is talking about cleaning house.  I hope he forgives if I don’t rush to his assistance just yet.

He’s nauseous, and he wants to push himself.  Piers is struggling to come out, and I don’t want him to.  Shit!

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack