February 20th
It's my birthday today.
Aunty Rose, (not an aunty via blood relationship, but the mother of the two girls who lived in the house next door when we were growing up - we called all our close friends' parents 'aunty' & 'uncle'), rang up and sang 'Happy Birthday' to me. That meant such a lot - she's 80 now, and she remembered how Dad and Mum always phoned on our birthdays and sang to us. Today, I miss my Dad, cos he's not here to sing to me, and Mum doesn't remember things so well any more. I saw her yesterday and she gave me flowers and money - to buy books, of course. I just miss the singing phone message.
Later - Dad must have sent Mum a message as she phoned and sang to me :)
Aunty Rose, (not an aunty via blood relationship, but the mother of the two girls who lived in the house next door when we were growing up - we called all our close friends' parents 'aunty' & 'uncle'), rang up and sang 'Happy Birthday' to me. That meant such a lot - she's 80 now, and she remembered how Dad and Mum always phoned on our birthdays and sang to us. Today, I miss my Dad, cos he's not here to sing to me, and Mum doesn't remember things so well any more. I saw her yesterday and she gave me flowers and money - to buy books, of course. I just miss the singing phone message.
Later - Dad must have sent Mum a message as she phoned and sang to me :)