It’s been a weird couple months. I can’t believe that it’s already the end of February. More specifically, today’s February 25th… my mom’s birthday.
Like I’ve said before, I’ve never dealt with death in the past, so I’m not really even sure how you’re supposed to celebrate someone’s birthday when they’ve “passed on”, especially when it’s not even a month after the fact. The whole situation seems surreal. I feel like I should be calling home and asking dad if mom got whatever gift I would have gotten her and if she likes it. But yeah, not today.
So instead of visiting her or talking to her on the phone, I’m just going to have my own little event for mom. I’m going to a little flower shop in Noe Valley that I know and love and picking up a bunch of daisies (mom’s favorite flower, which I never understood because they’re the simplest of flowers… but she would always light up when I would go outside as a kid and pick some for her), and head to the Marin Headlands to watch the sunset. I might not be religious or spiritual, but I’m not above watching the sunset with her and wishing her a happy 56th birthday.
We all miss you so much, mom… you were, and are, more loved than you probably ever knew. Happy birthday, and I love you.