Today is my mother’s 72nd birthday. I was, for as far back as I remember, dreading of the month of November. For many years starting in the late 80s or early 90s, the vast majority of my heart-wrenching events occurred in the month of November. Incidentally my birthday is in November, 9/11 to be exact. In recent years, 2025 in particular, July has become the month to dread.
On July 13th SB (we were engaged since 2020) broke up with me via text. He devoted his life to Jesus Christ and took a vow of celibacy. Although it is for the besst in the long run, it was still devastating.
At the time I was also nursing a beautiful kitten, B.B. On July 15th B.B. lost his battle with his mystery illness. An adult cat, Penny, started having seizures that morning, and was dead by nightfall too.
I am infinitely grateful to my mom, my best friend and confidante. So today, July 17th, I celebrate her and temporarily forget the rest.
