This is my first post. I am starting this blog on the eve of my mother’s birthday. She was murdered in 1981 at the age of 24 by my father . May she rest in peace.
I think that my mother would be proud of me. Today…
But today I know that she would be proud. If she was alive, I would do something really special for her on her birthday, something that would make her feel good about herself.
“After a while you learn that even the sunshine hurts if you get too much…”
In His Love,