It was my mom’s 75th birthday this past week. Since she passed away in 2015, my Aunt, Uncle and I find ways to celebrate her day. They are of course in ATL, and I’m way down here in hot azz Florida….so we celebrate together but apart.
I had to twist the arms of two of my friends to join me. I’m so strong…..and they are so weak when it comes to celebrating.
|That time I took my Mom to Vegas for her 70th birthday|
We did three of my mom’s four favorite things; ate Mexican food, had a margarita and laughed like hyenas. She had a fourth favorite thing, but it doesn’t fit in with my lifestyle; latin men.
The coach frowns upon me having gentlemen callers, even in the name of honoring my mom. What can I say? I don’t want to rock the boat when the boat is floating so darn well.
You know what I’m not a fan of? Wallowing in sorrow. Unless it was a child or husband you’ve lost, it’s part of the circle of life. Yes, I’ve watched The Lion King more than thrice.
I miss my Mom terribly. Sometimes I weep. I miss my Brother terribly, and my father and my Sassy Grandma and the other two Grandpa’s (even the crabby one). But you know what, we can’t live forever. Death is a part of life.
*pulls up big girl panties*
I’m not saying everyone has to grieve as I do, but some people seem to ONLY focus on the people who they’ve lost and not the people who they still have around them. I.don’t.get.it.
Another thing I don’t get is bad driving. Why?
Anyhoo, I really started and kept up this blog for my Mom’s reading pleasure. I hope she has a good wifi provider now and is keeping up with me and my shenanigans.
Happy birthday Bev! XOXO