So here I am, technically on the day after my mom's birthday. I'm finding the day snuck up on me. I at first barely realized it was coming, and then I slowly realized my mom would've been 70 today. And that makes me sad. I went to lunch with my dad to celebrate my mom, and that was all good - we chatted about whatever came up and had some nice Mom memories, but then I saw an older lady being escorted into the restaurant by a younger lady and I thought about how my mom could never reach that point of needing help - she died too young. And then the other thoughts would creep in - when I had a vitamin, I remembered thinking back to the first time I needed to buy a new bottle after my mom died. The last time I had bought a bottle, my mom was alive and responsive.
There are a lot of things that get measured in, "when I last bought this they were alive..." Things like vitamins, I can't help but think of her when I take them.
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