Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 55.
I cried watching Lost the other week. I was bawling enough tears to fill a china cup. I was thinking of you. I know you were really waiting for it. John Locke is dead, that made me cry.
It’s 2010 and you are not here. You are in a better place now, and I hope you get to sit on a rocking chair with a can of condensed milk in hand. I still think of you everyday, and I wonder why I never asked you too many questions, I should have.
Have fun in heaven, I’d light a candle for you. *kiss, kiss*