My dear Ma, I miss you more as each day passes, and in ever new ways. Each day in the next year will be a day of "first" - the first day in this year without you. You were born into this world coming from who knows where - you lived...and now you are taken back from who knows where. You and the kitties - save me a place in the Great Mystery. Meanwhile, I will carry you with me the remaining days of my life. When I hear a bird sing, see a butterfly, hear an opera song, feel a desert breeze, watch the antics of cats...you will be laughing and loving there with me. I miss you so much Mom. Your loving daughter, Gabrielle