Today would have been Mom's 93rd birthday. Near the end of her life she told me that she hoped she wouldn't make it to 93. She got her wish, but oh, how I wish she were here today to celebrate. I put some pink gerbera daisies and some pink roses on Mom and Dad's grave last night after work. I went back today after work just to stand there and reflect for a few moments. I miss both of them tremendously...every day.
When I arrived home I found Mom's final bill from the nursing home in the mail...over $1100. I have not done her taxes yet, but that is next on the list. Once that is taken care of I will close her bank account and split the last of the funds with my brother.
So...I volley between the sacred and the profane.Standing at their grave feels sacred to me. I guess dealing with the final details of Mom's life can be sacred too.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you and I miss you.
Mom's last birthday, March 1, 2012
A good day a few years ago