One-quarter of a century of birthdays and Christmases.
Three hundred months of love and laughter.
9,125 days of successes and failures, sadnesses and joys, triumphs and defeats.
219,000 hours of growth and understanding, of wisdom gained and sanity lost.
13,140,000 minutes of life void of a mother's advice. And annoyances.
Not one moment of regret for having been chosen as your own.
It's been twenty five years since I last heard you say, "I love you, my angel." Yet, somehow, I know that you've never left me. I've felt you near; heard you whisper softly in those wee hours of the morning when I'm not quite awake but not fully asleep.
I see your presence in the mirror of my mind when I have to live through hard times.
I remember the laughter in your eyes when I use one of your lines to deal with difficult people.
I live in the warmth of the love of the heart of the kindest, most loving and giving woman I've ever had the honor of knowing.
You were only my mother here on earth for 17 years, but you have never stopped being my mother here in my heart.
Happy 25th Heavenly Birthday, Mom. I love you very much. See ya in a few...
Mother and me - 1967