It is a yearly habit for me to stop by my moms house on her birthday for junk food. The meal is usually the same, White Castle hamburgers, hot dogs, french fries, and birthday cake. I always pay for the dinner the next day but it is still all good. It is a chance for she and I to just chill and reconnect in the place where she raised me. For so many years after my father past away it was just the two of us in that apartment. I sometimes forget that I wasn’t always the easiest child to raise. However she never gave up on me and I never doubted that she would always have my back.
Another year has gone by and I and very fortunate to be able to spend it with my mother. I am not at all religious but I do feel a bit blessed to still have her in my life when many of my friends are not as lucky. She is in great heath and spirits, and continues to be a veritable force of nature in the lives of everyone she encounters. I am fortunate.