Happy Birthday, Mom - Part Iv: Precious As a Flower

It was wonderful to have a mother who was so great. If you hadn't died, today you would've turned sixty-eight. When you became ill and died, everything went sour. But while you lived you were as precious as a flower. Pink was your favorite color so you were buried in a pink dress. I felt lost when you died but while you lived, I was truly blessed. Nobody could've been a better mother than you. You were one in a billion and that certainly is true. When you became ill, I wanted you get well but sadly, you did not. I had to learn to live without you but I still miss you a lot. I told you how much that I love you during your final hours. Happy Birthday Mom, while you lived, you were as precious as a flower. [Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]