This is the first time in my entire life that I could not wish my mom "Happy Birthday" via phone, card, or in person. It hurts.

Her youngest grandson happened to beat her that day, yet she still smiled because anytime with children and grandchildren was so treasured.
Of course I am crying as I type this because we just never know when it's the last time we are all "normal." We could never have predicted that the next weekend – Easter – would include a head-on collision that nearly claimed my sister's life and that a few weeks later my mom would fall and that signaled enough problems to end her life.
I appreciate that Mom can finally celebrate a birthday in heaven with Dad. But knowing how her birthday was the beginning of the end is a tough pill to swallow.
Don't feel bad for me. I just ask that if you have one or two parents still alive that you treasure them!
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