18 years

She’s been gone 18 years now.

And this is the first time in 18 years that I have risen on June 28 and not thought of her immediately.

Does time heal?  Certainly.

But do I feel badly for not remembering her birthday until nearly noon?  Yes, I do.

Rest in peace, Mom.

My parents in Argentina at a missionary conference.

My parents in Argentina at a missionary conference.

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