Salud to 61

Another year.

Another "Month of Terri”.

Another birthday without her.

When you lose your mom – so many of the days that used to bring so much happiness are never the same. Like birthdays. Usually, when you celebrate a birthday, you are reminded that the person you love, the person you are celebrating, is alive and well. So, it hurts just a little bit more when you're smacked in the face with a reminder that they are not, in fact, alive and well. It's not like the other 364 days aren't hard – it's just that adding that special shitty reminder that your mom will never turn another day older than 59 years and 55 days really blows.

Today, mom would have turned 61. I would give anything to have just a few hours with her - because honoring mom without her here feels wrong.

But there is no right way to celebrate her now that she is gone. Nothing I could dream up to make this day special for her would be enough. Nothing feels worthy of her and the life that she lived.

But the one thing I know is, no matter how long she is gone from this earth, I will never stop celebrating her – her amazing spirit, strength, and heart. I promise you that.

Miss you so.

salud 🥂