Today my mother would have been 80 years old -- which is an age she never wanted to attain, really. She'd seen so many of her friends and family members suffer from ill health in those years -- she didn't want that for herself. And she certainly didn't get it.
I used to remind her that she shares her birthday with Paul McCartney (I share mine with Donald Trump). When I was a kid we always celebrated our birthdays together, being that they are four days apart. I remember the telegram that she kept in her jewelry box for many, many years. It was from her father, and it said "Congratulations on your 2nd and your 28th" -- he meant second child and 28th birthday.
I've thought about her on and off all day. At this moment, after a fun evening outing with #4 and ftb, with the sun setting outside our condo and the wind finally stilled, I miss her so much I can taste it.