My mom, who died in 1988, has been on my mind a lot lately.
Which might seem odd as 1988 is a very long time ago.
But here's the reason why - she died 4 days after her 67th birthday.
I had that birthday on 27th Jan this year.
Which means that I have already lived 4 days longer than she did.
And that is a very weird thought
The thing that simmers in my thoughts is how young I feel now, at her age then - so how very short her life was cut.
Now, all these years later, it bugs me.
I know she would have hated to have lived until she was frail and incapable
But sheesh! 67!
It just aint right.
How she would have enjoyed in our children now they are adults
And revelled in their children - as long as noone expected her to babysit them!
And I think they would have got a bang out of knowing her too
Its a shame.