February 1

Today we had birthday cake in honor of Mom’s 77th birthday. I tried to come up with a story or memory to share with the girls but I couldn’t think of anything. That makes me sad. I don’t know if memories fade or if I actively forget, but sometimes I’m ashamed of how small she has become in my life. I miss her. I wish things had turned out differently. I wish I could have saved her. I hope she is at peace. And I wish I could think of just one good story about her to share with her grandchildren.