Today would’ve been my mother’s 93rd birthday. She came out
to visit me for a few days on this date eight years ago. It was
to be the last time. She passed away shortly thereafter.
I cherish my memories of all her visits (and there were many!).
It was great spending time with her, traipsing around the Big
Bad City. I miss those times, and my mom, more each year.
Happy Birthday, Mom! Love you.