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.
Mollie Hunt: Crazy Cat Lady Mysteries and more 
The saddest things in life is to give up our loved ones… but we will never forget them! They’re always with us!
Nicely said.
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
I’m sorry. But memories never leave
Such a beautiful lady and we know she’ll be with you and watch over you always.
Thank you. She loved cats
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.
Hugs to you too.
She’s with you indeed. 🐾 ♥️
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Your mother was beautiful, Mollie. They never leave us. Many hugs to you.
Thank you.