This February 10 would have been my mother's 65th birthday. I often reflect on the fact that if she were alive today my life would have been dramatically different. For one, she would be living with me due to the fact that my father has Parkinson's and can no longer care for himself and needs nursing care.
In addition, I would have shared the following memories:
Celebrating the first black president in America with her. Something may not occur again in my lifetime.
Purchasing my first new car.
Having her at my Masters graduation.
Celebrating my 40th birthday with her and her 60th birthday with her.
Seeing how proud she would be of what I have become.
Having her crochet a blanket for Matt's mom for her 90th birthday.
Celebrating my transition into higher education.
Talking extensively how history is repeating itself when it comes to education, civil rights, and human rights.
Lasty, celebrating a very significant milestone in a person's life, turning 65. An age where we either are doing very well can celebrate the fact that we have a shot at living into our 80's or the age when we simply celebrate surviving a lifetime of difficult situations as in her case.
I thankful for 35 years I did have with her but this year I feel like I have been ROBBED!
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