Happy 93rd Birthday Mama!

Today, May 15, would have been my Mother's 93rd birthday.  I remember she always liked the date she was born; May 15, 1919.  It was a neat number, she said, and she was especially proud of being born in the year which women obtained the right to vote.  Mom loved numbers.  She loved it that I was born in 1950 and then my first daughter was born in 1970.  Both in the beginning of decades, she said.  There was something significant about that!  Today I did all my flower pot planting in her honor.  And yes, they are all planted in three's, Mom.  On one of our last visits, she asked me how old she was because she had forgotten.  When I said almost 93, she said that's impossible because that would make you 62 and you can't be.  Well, yes it was and yes I am, Mom.  When I sat in my new deck swing today reflecting on Mom's birthdays in the past, I remembered one year when my Dad and I bought her a beautiful big cake.  My Dad propped it up on the kitchen table so it would be the first thing she saw when she came into the house.  Instead, a loud thump was what we heard from the living room a short while later.  The cake had fallen, frosting first, right onto the floor.  Dad was mortified, but we all had a good laugh later and the cake was still good!  It feels really weird to have a May 15 come and not be having a party for Mom.  I imagine it always will.  And as much as she loved numbers, I know she would have loved the date of her death, 4-12-12.  Another neat number.   Happy Birthday Mama.