Today is my 26th birthday. It’s also exactly five years ago that my mother passed away.
Yes, I happened to be unlucky enough to lose my mother on my 21st birthday.
When she was dying I told her that if she would never meet my children and if she couldn’t be at my wedding then she had to be there at my 21st birthday. She promised she would make it. And she did.
It’s somehow poetic that she died on the very day she brought me into this world. Exactly 21 years together, to the day. Other times it’s sad because every year my birthday celebrations are bittersweet.
Five years ago and still not a day goes by that I haven’t thought of her. I guess this kind of pain never really subsides.