Suppression impossible

Why was I breathlessly anxious while walking my dogs this morning?

Why did a bag of spoiled cauliflower in the fridge make me so mad?

Why can’t I recall a single bit of the funny podcast I streamed in the car on the way to work?

Why do I feel that mild sting of potential tears in my eyes?

Hello, heartburn.

Oh, yes. I guess I’m trying to trick myself into forgetting. Today is Mom’s birthday. She would be 81.

Happy birthday, dear Bonnie.

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Mom blowing out candles on her birthday cupcakes in June 2009 at a little party Patrick and I threw for her at the Park of Roses. This was just two months before she transitioned from assisted living to the Alzheimer Care Center. She looks so good.

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2 comments so far

  1. Laura Caldwell on

    I can relate, Emily. I miss her too. The photo is so sweet, and I sure do remember that yellow bag.

  2. Jeff Caldwell on

    I had the same thoughts at the beginning of today, and now at the end. I don’t think I’d seen this picture before. Mom does look great in it.


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