June 8th is my mother’s birthday. This year she would have turned 85; a milestone birthday she never reached, nor did she reach the six that came before it.
Of course, I fully realize that many mothers do not live to see birthday number 85. I fully realize that I am lucky to have had a mother in my life for so many years. I realize many children, both young and not so young, have not had this good fortune.
Metastatic breast cancer steals moms that are young and it steals moms that are not so young. No matter at what age this theft occurs, it is just that, a theft of a dear loved one that no family should have to endure.
But many families must.
This certain day in June is extra tough for my dad as it is my parents’ wedding anniversary. I always thought it was so sweet how they chose to get married on my mother’s birthday. A special birthday present indeed. This year it would have been their 64th wedding anniversary. I think.
I do feel sadness on this day in June, but really no more than on any ordinary day. The loss is for a lifetime and it is felt each and every day.
On this certain day in June, I also feel joy because dear daughter and her hubby chose this day for their wedding two years ago. Such a thoughtful gesture from them; in a way like “inviting” Grandma to the wedding. Thinking back on that day, I’m surprised at how well I held it all together. But I did; well, not completely, but mostly.
So yes, there is sadness on this certain day in June, but there is joy as well. There are memories of loss, but happy memories too.
And this is how it should be on a certain day in June.
Happy birthday, Mother! Miss you.
We will not forget.