Mom passed away eleven months ago. I think of her every day. I miss her. Tomorrow is her birthday. On her last birthday she was at rehab. We went there with chocolate cake and red roses. Red roses were her favorite. I remember that for a fleeting moment she smiled and I hung on to the hope. Hope that she would find the will and desire to fight for her life. But she wanted to join the love of her life-dad. I remember how my brothers and I said that there must be a celebration in heaven when they saw each other. At least I'd like to think so. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I miss her now and I will miss her always.