Today is my mother’s birthday. She would’ve been 60. I used to have scenarios in my head of what my life would’ve been like if she were still alive. I used to picture the places we’d go to, the movies we’d watch, the things I’d get her…but I’ve stopped doing that in recent years. There’s no point in doing so. I’m not mad…not bitter…perhaps still sad…but mostly numb.
I can never write about my mother and not feel tears welling up. I always say to myself that I’m used to it but I’m still not over it. I guess I’m just good at keeping it in somehow.
I’ll hear mass during my lunchbreak in honor or the occassion. I’ll have lunch and go back to work after. Then tomorrow will be a new day…and thank God for that.
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