you're missing your birthday...again

I hate knowing that you will never return. I feel like a part of me is missing; I am incomplete without you. Your wisdom, your faith, your belief that everything will be alright. Your remarkable ability to bring peace into my life. Even in the most turbulent times, knowing your essence is there, and all I have to do is call. But I know you're not. I fool myself by keeping your phone number and contact information in my phone, so I can reach you with just one button. I fool myself by spraying your perfume in the air, by applying your lotion every morning, by reading the Bible passages you read every day. All deceptive acts of a grieving woman who is old enough to understand that we cannot hold on to anything in this life, yet young enough to yearn for her mom and still need her hug and touch to feel better.

My memories goes to your 80th birthday. You shined like a bright golden sun. You laughed, you sang and you preached. I look at the pictures and I'm in tears......