My mom would have been 78 today. I think she’d still be biking and gardening and wanting to travel. Maybe the two of us would go back to Paris. Maybe we’d all go to Hawaii again as a family.
Sometimes, thinking of the alternate timeline is really hard. But at least it’s gotten easier and easier to just think of her, to realize our life with her will never go away, that it happened and it shaped us and we’ll always have that.
Happy birthday, Mom. We love you.