The first words I wrote in my journal at 5:15 this morning were "Happy Birthday Mama!" Though it was been more years than I can imagine since she has passed, I was happy today. This is not always the case on her Birthday, but today I am. I know that this makes her happy. All she ever wanted was for her children to be safe and happy.
This evening I played Matka Boska for her. A piece that came to me in it's entirety years ago and as soon as it did I knew she was close by. She used say Matka Boska, Blessed Mother when at a lost for how to deal with her children. I gave her many opportunities to reach out to God. Today I know she understands, forgives, and still just wants the best for me and my family. If only I could hold her in my arms one more time ...
Life is short.
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