Today is my mother’s 72nd birthday. Truly a time to celebrate the person that gave me life. And is my best friend and confidante.
My birthday is in November, 9/11 to be exact. I dreaded the month of November for 3 decades of my life. November had been the month of many heart-wrenching events.
It seems that in recent years the month to dread has shifted from November to July. And this July has been a doozy so far.
On the 13th SB (engaged to me since 2020) ended the 7+ year relationship…by text. He decided to devote his life to Jesus Christ and he took a vow of celibacy. Although this news was devastating I believe it to be for the best in the long run. I think we will remain good friends, but the dynamic has shifted.
I also was nursing a sick kitten, B.B., when I received the text. And, very sadly, he died the evening of the 15th. Weirdly an adult cat, Penny started having seizures that day. She was dead by nightfall. A very sad event too.
But today I decide to celebrate my mother. And forget the rest.
