My DM will be 70 next year. We have family in various parts of the world and a few have contacted me recently asking whether I am planning a surprise party for her next year so that they can organise flights etc. Which is lovely. I'm not too fond of the idea that all the organisation will fall on me, as I've a young family and work full time, but I'd be happy enough to do it. Except...
18 months ago, DM had a stroke. Completely out of the blue. She was still working (nursing) at the time, she appeared very healthy and it was a massive shock. She has recovered extremely well - other than a few physical symptoms, a little more tiredness and an occasional inability to remember names, she is back to her old self.
But from going from assuming we'd have her with us for at least another ten years, and worrying more about my Dad, I've now moved to wondering if each event is "the last".
Planning something so big over a year away just seems like tempting fate.
I'm extremely close to my DM and would love to do something nice for her, but every time I think about this I just get this awful feeling of dread.
AIBU/daft/pathetic?