Today is my mother’s birthday…
 
She would have been 45 years old. I remember that cuz on the year that
I turn an even numbered age, she turns odd and vice versa. My brother
cried today cuz he forgot. Sometimes I get sad thinking how my younger
brothers and sister might feel like they are forgetting memories.
Sometimes I feel like the pain of losing her is fresh after rethinking
a memory or looking at her picture. Those eyes, you can’t escape them,
I never could. My mother’s eyes. Some say I have them. We are going to
put flowers on her grave. I’m gonna cook a nice dinner and call my
aunts and my grandma to see how they are holdin up. Some parts of me
feel almost too cold to cry sometimes. My brother broke down today, but
I didn’t shed a tear. Is something wrong with me? I don’t know, but
what I do know is that I DO miss her everyday, some days more than
others, and I think about her. I guess I better go to bed, if I stay up
too late, I’m not gonna be able to run my errands tomorrow morning.

Peesh