Happy birthday, Mom. Wherever you are…
Yeah yeah, I see you all looking and checking for updates. They are coming, promise.
It’s a weird day today, my mother’s birthday. Next month will be 27 years that she’s been gone, and I still haven’t gotten over her death. Today she would have celebrated her 63rd birthday. Instead, she never got past 36. She never saw her daughters grow up, never met her grandchildren, never even came close to retiring and living out her golden years playing golf at the local old folks country club.
I’m fortunate in that I’ve lived longer and so far the hidden beast in the genes (if it’s really there at all) has remained quiet in my life. And my life has been mostly good. I’m thankful for what I’ve had and what is yet to be seen.
Tomorrow I’ll be less gloomy, but for today, I’m just going to go hide in the corner and focus on my work and pretend that all is well in the universe. Tonight I’ll open a bottle of wine, stare out at the stars, and wonder if she sees them too. I’ll toast her memory and hope that she hears me and that wherever she is, she’s not in pain anymore.
