time-waster supreme

My mother was born 48 years ago today in Bessemer, AL. She died three months ago from lung cancer, though to be honest, the person I loved so much left about two months earlier. My mother was usually kind a patient and understanding. She had her own set of prejudices but she was for the most part open minded. Her death surprised me. Not in the "oh I didn't expect this" sort of way, but in the "A part of me is missing" way. The thing is, it doesn't really hurt like I thought it would. I miss her, but it's sort of like a dull ache in the back of my mind that occassionally flairs up. Most of the time I don't really think about her. I hope that doesn't sound to awful, it's just the way I deal with death.

I think I'll write a story for her. She always liked my stories and I valued her opinion highly. Happy Birthday Momma, I love you.