Mom's Birthday

A lot has changed in my life since last March 19th. My mom was born on March 19, 1930. Last year, a little more than three months after her death, our family got together to celebrate her birthday. I wrote about it on this blog. Two years ago, she celebrated her last birthday, her 75th.

Our family isn't together this year. I have moved across the continent, my dad has a new love, my children are deeply immersed in their lives, and my brothers' in theirs. Mom's book has closed and the print of her life is fading. It is such a strange feeling. It will happen to all of us eventually. It is a lot to think about.

Again, happy birthday Mom. I can still see you.