My mom would have turned 60 today. It’s a little strange thinking about that because that last time that I saw her, she had just turned 54. So I find myself wondering about random little things…
Would her hair be more gray than black now?
How many more laugh lines would she have accumulated?
Would she still perch her glasses on top of her head whenever she was reading or doing handwork?
Would she have a smart phone? (I seriously can’t imagine my mom liking smart phones!)
What would she think of e-books?
Would she still be sneaking sips of her coffee to my kids? (Pretty sure that’s a yes.)
I still miss her very much. Yet, I’m reminded that if I miss her this much, it’s because there are so many wonderful memories.
I’m reminded of a quote from Winnie the Pooh, “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”