monkeytroop

Today is the 14th anniversary of my Mothers death, and it is also my Godsons 13th Birthday, I have often pondered this, does fate have a sense of humor or is there suppose to be balance.

I miss her every day, I always think about her and I wonder if she would be proud of the person that I have become.

Would she be happy with the decisions I have made, would she like the people I call my friends, would she have liked any of the girls I have dated.

I wish I could talk to her again, about anything, books, food, music, nothing. Would she laugh at the strange habits that I got from her, like when you have someone coming around to clean something for you you clean it before they get there.

Now for the hard part of the day. Time to ring my godson and be happy with him for his Birthday and then I have to call my Dad and my Sister.