Happy Birthday, Mom.
My mother was born on June, 30th in 1968. Today she would have been 49 years old. Her name was Susan Devon Calhoun and she was beautiful, goofy, strong, independent, and kind. Her long, curly, dark hair was the definition of “hair envy”. I used to love brushing through it when I was younger, in hopes my hair would be just like hers when I got older. My brother and I were her only two children. I have been wanting to write more about my childhood, but it is very difficult to put into words, much like this. My mother had survived sexual abuse, physical abuse, and some of the worst forms of domestic violence. She was a fighter to say the least and one of the strongest women I have known. My mother struggled with drug addiction and alcohol abuse, but in the end, it was Congestive Heart Failure, liver cancer, and AIDS that ended her life. When my mother was diagnosed with AIDS it was hard for me to understand. Like most, I wasn’t educated enough to understand the disease. For the longest I thought she got the disease from unsafe sex, but it was from sharing needles while using heroin. My mother passed away in Kalamazoo on August 10th, 2006. There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about her. I know she would be very proud of my brother and I. My heart is heavy and I don’t feel like pouring it all out, so I will end with this;
If roses grow in Heaven Lord,
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my mother’s arms
and tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for awhile
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it every day.
But there’s an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
Happy Birthday, I Love You Mom.