Today, if she had lived that long, my mother would have turned 60. It's kinda hard to know what to think or say about it. I'm a bit sad today, but mostly just resigned to the fact that the ache will always be there since she is not.
She, my late, great mil, and I had a deal. We all had summer birthdays and we all turned new decades the same year. We got our photo mutually taken when we turned 50, 60, and 30, respectively and agreed to do it every 10 years. They're both gone and here I am. And no, I'm not getting my picture taken any time soon. I know I've told that story before, it's just apropos to today.
So there it is...I'd say happy birthday but she doesn't know it's her birthday anymore. I remember her on the special day anyway. I was going to say that I wish that our memory of those special dates would pass along with the person but in the end, I don't. I just wish I had my mama back.