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Today my mom would've been 84. I've been dreading today now for some time, fully aware of just how stupidly capable I am of moping my way through a landmark like this in a cloud of depression. But you know, I think I kind of worked it out in my sleep last night; I woke up thinking about the whole thing, and... this is my mom's birthday, not the anniversary of her death. It's not the day we lost her, it's the day she found the world.
So no moping. Or not beyond reasonable levels of moping, anyway.
Happy birthday, Mama; I remember you and love you and I'm glad you were my mom. Thank you for all of it, every bit of it, even the hard parts-- I and my sisters and brother are very, very lucky.