52 years

Fifty-two years ago today, my mother was born.  Almost 5 years ago she died of a massive heart attack.  Today, I'm pissed at her for not taking care of herself.  She should really be here.  She should be here to see my beautiful, hilarious, caring, insightful children.  BUT SHE'S NOT.  Damn her! 

My message to all...take care of yourself.  If you don't want to do it for yourself, at least do it for your family.  You will leave heartbreak and sadness if you die too soon because you couldn't get off your butt and exercise or put the fork down when you've eaten enough.  Life is worth so much more. 

That's all.  Later...