My calendar is set up to pop up a message every 16 April: “Call your mother.” I think I’ll keep that alert despite the fact that I can’t call her anymore.
She’d be 86 years old today.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
I keep my mother’s and father’s birthday on my calendar. I also keep the day they passed away. When I see those I “recall” my parents with fond memories. They were good people and caring parents. Aptly for this weekend, I often recall being perhaps 3 years old on an Easter Sunday and going to some pine woods near where we lived to picnic and hunt Easter eggs. My memory of it is not so much about the religious aspect, but enjoying being together.
Tom Cardy is an Australian National Treasure.
My mom is 80 and although she exasperates me sometimes I am so proud she is not a Trump supporter like so many others of her generation.
My dad would have been 92 (!!!) last Sunday. Astounding to realize he’s been gone 17 years. It sucks, but I still pour one out for him every year – without fail.
Happy birthday, Mrs. Myers!
April 9th, my sister would have been 45. Instead she remains 42 until those that remember her are all gone.
This year I celebrated by making chocolate covered strawberries.
I choose to celebrate her arrival in the world happily rather than in sadness that she is only memories now.