Today would have been your 75th birthday. I still hear your voice but sometimes it sounds like a faint whisper.
I know your okay. I’m okay too. I wanted you to know what I’ve been up too since it’s been so long and we don’t talk like we used to…
The week before last, I was in charge of a very big command milestone. I wore my brand new uniform (I can’t remember if I told you that the Navy finally made me a Chief). So crisp, white and shiny. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I saw a glimpse of you…
Can you believe that in October I will have completed 20 years in the Navy? I reenlisted for 4 more. I wish you were here to see me finish what I started.
My oldest has been working her real grown up job for a year now. Can you believe she’s 23? Where has the time gone?
These tears as I write this feels like it was just yesterday and not 8 years ago.
The girls are getting so big and so are their mouths. I find myself pulling a play from your playbook. Who knew…I would morph into sounding like my mama completely.
The boy…a big handful. Spoiled rotten. Attached to my hip. Yet, he keeps the laughter in my house. He forces me to keep using my imagination. You’ve never seen him before. He’s so silly. He looks just like his dad.
Yesterday Roderick and I celebrated our 8 year anniversary. Can you believe it? Someone has been able to put up with my crap for 8 years. His hair hasn’t turned white yet so I guess I haven’t “plucked his last damn nerve yet.” Your words. Not mine.
Some things haven’t changed much. I still drink my MT Dew, vacuum my floors in the same direction, love my bacon, and desserts. I have stepped up my cooking game. I will probably go to culinary school next year if I can fit it into my schedule. We will see.
I don’t want you to be mad because I haven’t been to your grave. I can’t bring myself to do it. I hold you in my heart always and I don’t need to go there to be reminded of who you are.
Until next time, I love and miss you. Happy Birthday, Ma!