This time last year

On Sunday last year, it was my birthday. Mom left the best message on my phone while I was at yoga. I went to church after and prayed and cried the whole time. I chatted with the family and it just wasn't the same sort of day with mom back in the hospital.

The girls distracted me with a Diamondback's game and drinks, but it was hard.

I wish, more than anything, that I still had that msg from Mom. I listened to it for months and then finally deleted it. Sigh.

I can't wait for some family time - 9 more days. According to Dina, I better start packing. Love to you all...

Happy Birthday!

It's your birthday! I wish you were here for so many reasons, but one reason is simply because you would make it fun!  You always had a way to liven up everything.  Last year I bought you sunscreen to get ready for the beach as well as foot lotion and soothing socks to help with your foot pain.  I think Dad got you flowers for the house and Julie sent an edible fruit bouquet.  It seemed like a normal birthday. We had no idea what was in store for us! 

This day last year, God sent us a sign...you woke up with intense back pain that ruined your birthday spirits.  It forced you to the doctor's to learn several days later that the cancer had all come back.  Maybe that was a birthday gift?  Because would we have found out in time to fight it and keep you with us until December?  Seriously, you had had a check up in April and was in full remission.  How could this be!