Yesterday was my Mama's 79th birthday. We celebrated by taking her to dinner. We, being my sister, my niece and her two kids. It was an odd sort of celebration, but it seemed to make my Mama happy. Guess that's all that matters.
I can't imagine being 79. I wanted to ask her what she thought about it, but didn't... I'm chicken.
I know what I think about being 51. I wonder what she thought about it. I still can't ask her. I'm afraid to hear the truths echoed in my own being...
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