Had she lived, my mother would have been 98 years old today. I miss her, and will always miss her. There is much I would have done differently as a daughter, but I choose not to dwell on things that cannot be changed.
Instead, I think about this photograph, and remember the good times we had together, and wish I could have known the laughing, joyful woman I see.
I also thank her for giving me her hair genes... she is the reason my hair is still thick and dark brown, when I'm in the last year of my fifth decade.
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you.