"It's Mom's Birthday"
The story goes...
One day can bend your life, and that day seemed to bend mine inexorably downward. My mum had been all over me as a kid - advice, criticism, the whole smothering mothering thing. She marked her last victory over her pain on that particular day.
She support certain illusions about her own children, we are always the best kids in the world. I liked who i was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.
I have forgotten so many things in my life, yet i can remember every moment of that time with her, the people we saw, the things we discussed. When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone.
Unappreciative people tend to mix up their priorities. Too busy. Too tired. Don't feel like dealing with it. Church? No thanks. Dinner? Sorry. Gathering? Can't do it, maybe next week.
You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself. There's a story behind everything. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.
Nothing is more important than being filial. If you ever started regretting about the hours you could spent with her more, its too late. She's taking her last breaths.
It's your birthday mum. I love you. Happy Birthday. 120462 
