Today would have been my Mom’s sixtieth birthday. I’m trying to keep my emotions in check as it’s been 18 years since she passed but it’s still rather difficult. I can’t help but daydream about what could have been. She died so young. Heck, she was the age I am now. So even though I’m sad, I’m giving thanks. I have lots of wonderful memories of her and my own journey has really just begun. Plus as Basherter likes to remind me, she is off in another dimension and is most likely upset that I’m still mourning her. It doesn’t mean that I forget about her; just celebrate all that she accomplished while she was here and live life to the fullest. He has a point. Anyway, below is a picture of her taken in 1993 around her 42nd birthday. The fruit punch and cake were so delicious!