Today, March 23rd would be my Mother’s 91st birthday, and March 11th marked 21 years since she passed away. March 2nd was the 4th anniversary of my Dad’s passing.
I wrote this post last year on this day. You don’t have to go back and read it, but I add the link here for reference.
I have said before, and always will, that I loved my parents even though they made that very difficult to do at times. I feel I have come a long (positive) way since becoming an adult orphan; however, that isn’t to say that they didn’t have a positive influence on my life.
So, Mom, I wish you a Happy Birthday. I hope you are celebrating with Dad and the angels. You would be very proud of how I have turned out – rising above my mental illness and dealing as well as I can with chronic pain.