Today is my mother’s birthday. Her name was Marjorie Bradford and she would have been 64. I dream about her still and miss her every day. I wrote Elan Vital for her. It’s been ten years and I still cry thinking about her. Like I am now.
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Sorry I didn’t know to give you hugs on that day. I’m sure it’s a tough week every year for you.
So sorry for your loss. I can only imagine that your mother was a completely awesome person, judging by her daughter.
I lost my mom when I was 12, so this resonates with me very strongly.
Hugs to you.
*hugs*
Wow, I hadn’t read that story yet. How beautiful. My condolences, Tempest. Happy Mom’s Birthday.
Oh, sweetie. I hate the birthdays, but I love them too in my fierce misery.
:big big big big hug:
Happy Birthday, Marjorie.
Hearts hearts hearts hearts to you. “Elan Vital” is one of the very best short stories I’ve ever read and I recommended it to someone who also lost their mother the other day … with the caveat that it would probably make them cry. :( I’m sorry.
As the saying goes, “May her memory be for a blessing”.
I’m crying, too. Thank you for sharing that.
My condolences. That’s so young.
My dad’s birthday would have been last Sunday. My deepest sympathies on your loss.