It’s been…eight years, I think, since my mother, Caroline Lange, passed? Seven or eight. Seven, maybe, I get a little confused because she passed on my birthday (I always say, she made sure I’d remember). Today is her birthday anniversary, however. A day may go by where I don’t think of my mom, but not a week, and not very many days. My mother and I were two peas in a pod; we were wired similarly in many ways. I just pray I’m a little stronger than her in the end about everything. Not that there was any goddamned thing you could do about all the surgeries and the hospitalizations and the crap, mom, for what, ten to twenty years, but…well, wherever you are, at least you’re not suffering anymore. Over and out, your once and future son — Kip.
P.S. I know. I’m still trying, mom.