Rita
Today would have been my mom’s 70th birthday.
She’s been gone now for over a third of my life. A long time by any measure. So much has happened since then!
I spoke to my dad about this, and some other things today. It was nice. It always is.
I’m certainly not immune from melancholy; it’s been a regular companion of mine for most of my life. Yet I really can’t say I ever grieve(d). I’m much too pragmatic and non-spiritual I guess.
And our family has travelled far in the 16 years since she passed. She would be happy to see how amazing her husband is at 74. And how her children had all lived fantastically normal and normally fantastic adult lives. And how f*#$ing beautiful all her grandchildren are! (she’d be mad at me for cursing I’m sure).
It is said that we honor our forebears with the lives we lead. From where I’m viewing I think she would feel exalted.
Happy Birthday Rita Theresa Gesmond Hagin.
