Today would have been mom’s 66th birthday. She died 770 days ago. An important part of her brain almost certainly died about a year before that, but we didn’t know it at the time and haven’t been able to prove it since. Some incompetent doctors told me she had had a stroke. But they also sometimes told me she smoked cigarettes or was a blonde, so you should always remember that most doctors are just as stupid as everyone else and shouldn’t ever be trusted with anything important, like your mom’s life.
Anyway. I read an article written by a woman who had a stroke at 33 and it reminded me for the millionth time that my wife is (like my mother was) almost always right about everything, primarily that nothing is as valuable as a good meal and time spent with the ones you love. Do the dishes for your mom (or your wife) tonight and tell her how much you love her.
Happy birthday, mom. I miss you.
