03/16/2026
If roses truly grow in Heaven, Lord, please gather the most beautiful ones and place them gently in my mother’s arms. Tell her they’re from me. Tell her I love her. Tell her I miss her more than words could ever say. And when she smiles that beautiful Irish smile of hers, please kiss her softly on the cheek and hug her for me just for a little while.
Remembering her is easy — I do it every single day. But the ache of missing her is something my heart will carry forever.
Somewhere deep inside, beneath the grief and the tears, there is still a smile that appears whenever I hear her name. “Mom.” The most precious word I’ve ever known. She was my world, my safe place, my best friend. And though my heart still breaks that she’s no longer here beside me, I know she never truly left me.
God chose her to be my angel — to watch over me, guide me, and remind me that I am forever loved. When her time on earth was complete, I know He had greater plans for her. That gives me comfort, even on the hardest days.
I think of her gentle heart, her warm hugs, her tender touch, and all the love she poured into my life. She taught me strength, kindness, and how to love deeply. Everything I am is because of her.
Thank you, Mom, for every sacrifice, every lesson, every prayer, and every ounce of unconditional love. I promise to carry your light with me and make you proud.
Though you’ve taken flight and celebrate this birthday in Heaven, I feel you with me — in the quiet mornings, in the still afternoons, and in the peaceful nights.
Happy Birthday in Heaven, Mom.
Until we meet again, I will continue to love you more than all the shamrocks in Ireland 💚☘️🇮🇪✨
