Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 55 today had she lived this long, she passed away 8 years ago. There hasn’t been a day since it happened that I havent thought about her. I don’t know if we go anywhere when we die, but I hope that if we do, my mother is enjoying her birthday at the Hat Dance resturant in the sky, where she’ll then go home with 2 days worth of leftoevers. Happy birthday mother, I miss you.