It’s been 19 years since my mom passed. I love and miss her so much. I wish she were here to meet my grandkids and to see how much her own grandkids have grown. She was only 56 when she passed. That’s so young. I’m 53 now and I’ll admit that sometimes I get scared that I will pass on at a young age. However, then I remind myself that I may be like my mom in ways but I am not her. My mom was super morbidly obese and had several co-morbidities.

Today in her memory I drew an owl because they were her favorite. I’m no artist but I tried.

Here’s an emoji owl. It’s not perfect either.

Peace & Love

❤ Dorothy