The memories of past birthdays always come to mind. It would have been her 109 birthday tomorrow since she was born on May 26, 1911. It is funny that I am not clear on the birthdays while my dad was alive. How did we celebrate? And why do I not remember? I will probably never know.
I do know that once my dad died when I was ten my mom celebrated with friends and occasionally made a party at her apartment. Once I was a young adult and at university I began making her birthdays interesting even with surprise parties on those more memorable ones like when she was 60, 65, 70, and so on. I was hoping to make a great big bash for her in our garden in Riga, Latvia on her 85th birthday but she passed away in 1996 at the age of 84. Happy Birthday Mom!
You know sometimes like today I think of them up there my mom, my dad, the grandparents, and so on celebrating and then I wonder why was I not invited. I mean just for a brief visit to see everyone.
That is a photo of my mom in her apartment back in NYC.
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words do not fit the sadness, there is no magic to make the memories real. I would say to you that the journey is the benefit, but sometimes the journey is not the benefit.
the benefit is the smile we get when we can remember those now gone.
Happy birthday to your mom, in heaven! The memories of our parents remain forever in our souls.