Happy Birthday Mom. I often wonder if you are
watching over me from above. Are you proud of where my life has led? Are you
proud of any of us? You know that one marriage ended badly and I actually got
married, for the third time. Whenever you hear people talking about the third
time is a charm, they’re right. She loves me more than I deserve. I really
think you would like her. We’ve moved to Missouri. Don’t ask me why. We just
sort of settled here. You know how I kept saying that one day I would write the
next great American novel? Well, I wrote it. Actually wrote five of them, and
working on the sixth. No, I’m not famous. None of them have been published. I
do have a wonderful literary agent, who is trying to rectify that fact. Who
knows, maybe one day.
You know I wish they had Facebook where you are, it
would be so much easier. You could just send me a friend request. But I suppose
it’s better this way.
I guess that’s about all I have to say, except to
tell you that I no longer miss you every second of the day. It’s down to a few
times a day. Oh, and I’m getting older, found out it’s unavoidable, sooner or
later age just catches up with you.
I’m going to run-along now. Talk to you next year.
Happy Birthday, make it sparkle.
