Yesterday was what would’ve been my mother’s 90th birthday. It’s weird to remember that in 2020, when she turned 87, there was no reason to imagine that she wouldn’t still be around. She was very healthy and vital. What a difference three years makes.
This was the first time my middle sister and I visited the resting place. She brought folding chairs and we sat at the site. We brought flowers (but no sunflowers) and placed them in the vase on the plaque, which was beautiful.
Above Mom’s name was a piano, and next to her, above Pop’s name for when he joins her, an insignia of his military service.
My sister and I sat there, shared memories of our life with Mom, cried, toasted her with coffee (Sis asked, "think we should’ve left a cup for her ?" I replied, "The cemetery workers wouldn’t like that—Mom understands.")
Then we went back home. It was difficult but not as I imagined it would be. I spoke with my father last night, he visits every week, but yesterday he wasn’t up to it. He spent the day on the phone with relatives who called, and our other siblings.
that's really lovely that you spent your mom's 90th celebrating her with your sister, toasting her like she deserves 🤍 my father was born on St. Patrick's day and so the blooming clover still reminds me just the same as it always did ☘️
It's good you had your sister there with you to cry and maybe laugh a little with, on a date that will almost surely always have sadness attached. 😞🥀
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Thanks for sharing this. The pic is lovely too.
My mom lived just long enough this year for us to celebrate her 92nd birthday, and then she passed on St Patrick's Day. My dad left us last year, so now they are side by side in the family cemetery.
By the way, my mom also played the piano and dad was a veteran.
Bijoux, remembering those precious moments and how much you miss your loved ones. My sisters and brother made a similar visit to the cemetery last August. It is good to have your family to support each other.
