My Mom would have been 97 today, however, she was, as we say in my family, 86'd at 86. That phrase is said with honor and reference in our family…but it doesn't matter what one might think of it, she is dead (we don't use euphemisms in our family).
I've a candle out to light later and she more than crosses my mind on a daily, if not hourly basis, as does my Dad.
She was a grand broad; a psychiatrist with a great zest for life and adventure; and an empathy for others that I've yet to see in someone else.
I love her and miss her. I'll raise a glass to you tonight Mom, and Dad, and think of all the good times…I don't think there were any bad ones.
Thank you for all you taught and gave me.