She would have been 80 years of age had she not passed away in June of 2011.
Yesterday, I remembered one of the surprises I set up for her 50th birthday. She was not appreciative of the things I did to try to make her smile. She saw it as “trying to embarrass (her),” which was never, ever my intent.
Mom and I did not understand one another well. Unfortunately, neither of us knew how to bridge that gap. We were both very stubborn when it came to dealing with the other.
I hope that she knew in her last few months of life just how much I really did love her.