Joy to the World, Mama to me, Bonita to others

October 8th, would have been my mother's 62nd birthday. I still miss her everyday even though she has been gone 8 years. I remember her  telling me one time how she missed her parents when they died and how she still wanted to talk to them long after they were gone. I understand this now. I still want to pick up the phone and call her to tell her the latest things that my children have done, to get her take on situations with them or to just talk about nothing.

I am thankful to have known her. I am thankful for what she taught me about life. I am thankful she was my mother.