Living on my mother's time

Somewhere in Heaven, my mother is looking down and laughing.

I am a confirmed night owl and my mother was a confirmed early bird. My idea of paradise is a place where I don't have to get up until I feel like it. She greeted morning with joy.

When we were growing up, she often would sing and play "I Will Greet the Day with Singing" or "This Is the Day the Lord Has Made; I Will Rejoice And Be Glad in It".

I greet the morning with groans. "Can I please turn off that pesky alarm and go back to sleep?" Singing is not one of my morning activities. If I did sing, I might do a parody called "Morning Is Broken".

But now I have to rise at 5, while it's still pretty dark, and I go to bed at 9 or very shortly thereafter.

Sigh.

But I am doing it.

I know you're smiling up there.

I love you, I miss you and I'll see you again.