Yesterday. June ninth. My mother’s birthday.

I didn’t celebrate. I didn’t mention it to anybody. I didn’t put it up on Facebook. But she knows I remember. Always remember.

I like to picture her there in Heaven, surrounded by cats and flowers and her family that had gone before. When she died, I dreamed she told me she was cold. With all those cats gathered around her, I know she can’t be cold anymore.

Say her name: Mary Elizabeth Kable Rubin. She is always with me. A photo on the dresser; a journal on the shelf. We were close; memories abound.

Happy Birthday, Mommy.

About Mollie Hunt

Loves cats. Writes books.
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12 Responses to SHE IS STILL WITH ME

  1. tanssityttö says:

    The saddest things in life is to give up our loved ones… but we will never forget them! They’re always with us!

  2. Timmy Tomcat says:

    I am one of those without family now that Mom and Sister have passed. It is sad but filled with memories of what we had which is always in your heart. Many prayers

  3. Brian says:

    Such a beautiful lady and we know she’ll be with you and watch over you always.

  4. Leah says:

    I am also missing my mother, who also loved cats . . . hugs and purrs . . . your mom is beautiful, and I think you look a lot like her.

  5. Rachel Ann says:

    She’s with you indeed. 🐾 ♥️

  6. Lavinia Ross says:

    Your mother was beautiful, Mollie. They never leave us. Many hugs to you.

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