Today, the emphasis on the essence of who I’ve become is exponential. The one day on the calendar resonates with so many moments of happiness, hope, and fortitude. Each year, I feel like there are never enough words to express my appreciation, despair, and thankfulness. Despite my grief from the loss of love, friendship, and nurturing, I continue to protect and cherish my memories. Here, I share my open letter of gratitude for my mother on her birthday.
You would have turned 82 years old today. It’s been nearly 16 years since you passed away.
I know you didn’t care for parties, but we would have given you one. You are often in my thoughts. My accomplishments over the last 16 years have been many. I’m sure you would be proud. No matter what triumphs transpire, I would often forget that you are not available to share in my victory. You remain the first person I want to share my wins in life. Secretly, I hope your spirit can feel more of my joy than my sorrow.
I often wonder if you would still have been able to get around by yourself. Of course, if you weren’t, I picture myself right by your side. We had so many great trips together. Remember when we had a 10-night stay in Hong Kong, China? That was one of the most embarrassing, adventurous, and joyous trips I’ve taken with you. I remember it as if it were yesterday and have it documented in my story of you.
The love, admiration, and respect for you will never diminish. You have molded me into the woman I’ve become, and for this reason, I am expressing this open letter of gratitude. Thank you for allowing me to grow with you, learn from you, and love you up close. I continue to miss you with each passing day.
Happy birthday, mommy!