When October Goes...
I usually refer to November as my "month of suck" or "month of pain" or some other such term.
November is always the month most associated with my mother's memory. November 1 was her birthday. She was married in November. November 10 was the day she died. She was buried in November. Thanksgiving, a once enjoyable holiday filled with family and food has, for 18 years now, become filled with painful memories and grief. Not a day goes by without me missing her, but for this one month, the grief is heightened.
Today, we would have celebrated her 52nd birthday.
My father and I have associated the following song with her memory for years.
Happy birthday, mama. I miss you.
November is always the month most associated with my mother's memory. November 1 was her birthday. She was married in November. November 10 was the day she died. She was buried in November. Thanksgiving, a once enjoyable holiday filled with family and food has, for 18 years now, become filled with painful memories and grief. Not a day goes by without me missing her, but for this one month, the grief is heightened.
Today, we would have celebrated her 52nd birthday.
My father and I have associated the following song with her memory for years.
Click to viewHappy birthday, mama. I miss you.