Yesterday was your birthday, and it makes me sad when I realize I can't celebrate our month together again like we used to.

It feels like you're around and sit here with me to blow the candles after singing Happy Birthday to us.

Because the only image I can picture in my head was you smile and clap your hands at my 1st birtday.

We celebrate our month, together.

And now I sit here alone, wishing you a happy after life.

I love you to the moon and back, Mom.