Just realised that we're just a few days away from 6 Feb.
Mum would have turned 65 that day had she pulled thru' her sickness.
In the past, she would be too busy with the new year preparations to celebrate her own birthday, always saying that she had no time.
And being a mum, her birthday is never important, compared to those of her children and grandchildren.
She'd even told us not to make a big deal out of the event, preferring to spend the day quietly, with no fanfare.
I wonder if mum would realise if her birthday is round the corner, wherever she is now.
I've decided that I'll get a cake and hold a quiet celebration for her, like how she'd have preferred.
Maybe she's somewhere watching over me, shaking her head and saying to dad, "Look at the silly girl, still not ready to let me go."
Happy birthday, mummy.
I missed you.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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