Message from Mom
(Photo: It’s funny how awe can be inspired at the most unexpected moments. Credit: Omnos.)
I was doing some spring cleaning this afternoon. I was looking for things to throw out amid several boxes of old junk. I came across a small, white greeting card with two birds and a vine with some flowers on the front of it. Here’s what it said:
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To Michael,
I love you very much even though you don’t want to believe it. Happy Birthday, you’ll always be my baby.
Mommie
I believed it then and 14 years later I still do. Mom passed away in January 1996 and I miss her.
And for the foreseeable future, I’ll have a greeting card living on top of my TV.
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