Feb 8......my birthday! Today I am 67 years young. You may ask...what am I doing at the cemetery? Well, since I was 15 years old, I always, without exception, gave my mother flowers on my birthday. It always seemed like the right thing to do, thanking the one who gave me life, watched over me, prayed for me, encouraged me and loved me, no matter what. I miss her so much! This is the third year now, that the flowers are silk, and delivered here to the cemetrery. Of course they are more for me now, than for her, but I love thinking of her,
(and my father) today. I cannot thank them enough for all they gave to me.