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Missing birthdays


Growing up, I could never keep my Mom’s birthday straight. It was mid-April, I could remember, near Tax Day. Some years I would think it was the 12th, other times the 18th. Birthdays were never a real priority in our family, so it wasn’t a big deal if I got the date wrong.

Although my world still doesn’t revolve around birthdays, I don’t think I’ll ever miss my Mom’s again. Today is her birthday, and if she were still here, I would have called her this morning to tell her that I love her, and that I’m sorry for missing her birthdays for all of those years.

Happy 61st, Mom. We really miss you.

Author: Sean

I am Sean, a writer/PR guy originally from the Rural South who grew up and settled down in Washington, D.C. My interests include local politics, Eastern philosophy, languages and reality television.

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