This week has been crazy. Work has been crazy, so crazy that I accidentally dialed 911 from my room phone. How I did I manage to do that??
Then of course the kids, three kids, getting three little ones out the door at a reasonable speed, which should be considered an Olympic sport.
Well, let's not forget the state of my house. I lost two pounds. Have cried numerous times. Then it hit me.
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. She would have turned 52.
My mind knew it but I think my body wasn't handling it very well. I was looking forward to spending the day looking through old pictures showing the healthy mom I knew with my dad and bro. We are also planning to go to her favorite restaruant, Red Lobster.
That day. Those memories keep flooding back. Little stabs in my heart, piercing the deep scar that is already there.
Some days I'm just holding on but those days are fewer and far between. However, as my bro blogged a few days ago, they are there, usually when you least expect it.
My mom loved watching sunsets. Once the sun was setting, she would call everyone outside just to see the beautiful colors and hues shoot out from the sun. Some days, I like to think that she sends a special sunset just for us, like an email from heaven, for her family of sunset watchers.