Wednesday is my birthday and it’s one of those times of the year that I truly miss my mother so much it actually hurts to breath. Every year of my life my mother would wake me up (when I still lived at home) or call me at 6:20am on my birthday to sing Happy Birthday to me. If you can’t guess, I was born at 6:20am. In 2000, the year of her death I cried so hard on my birthday when that phone didn’t ring that morning that I almost passed out. I cried for hours that day. Here it is, 12 years later and guess what? The pain is still there. I still wait for the phone to ring at 6:20 but it doesn’t. I have had loved one’s decide to call me at that time to make me feel better, but it doesn’t work. Their intentions are good, but to me that is my mom’s place to call, no one elses. So here I sit, dreading the day because I know there isn’t a phone in Heaven and there won’t be a call made Wednesday morning. I love you mom… and God know’s how much I miss you.