Happy birthday, mom!
Per usual, we ate key lime pie in your honor. Dad told Francie that he knew you a really long time and that you would be pleased that she likes key lime so much, too.
She's got a sweet tooth.
We talked some about morbid shit like age and mortality and what happens to our bones.
"But how can you have a birthday party if you're dead?!"
She's a sharp one. I told her we can party whether or not people are with us in body or spirit. Any reason for dessert seems like a good one.
Earlier today she told me she wished she'd met you.
She's a sweet one.
Thinking of you and miss you and found myself wondering how old you would look at 72 years?!?
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