As the memorial of your passing draws near, it gets me in such a difficult mood. November, my birth month that I also share with baby J has become a mixed bag for me. This should get easier as the year rolls by but no, I find myself welling up today with tear stringing my face. Surely, you have left a terrible vaccum that no one can ever replace. I miss you voice, I miss that I can no longer hear you call to wish me happy birthday. I know its selfish of me to feel this way knowing what you passed through on your last days. I feel a bit better however that you no longer are in pain but that you now resting. May you continue to rest in God's perfect peace and love, Amen