She would have been 63. We lost her just over 4 months ago, very quickly. Going for lunch with my dad and sister but I just want to crawl into a hole and sob.
We should be planning her birthday weekend of going to the beach as a big family, whose house we were going to watch the football at. The cake I make her every year should be downstairs waiting for tomorrow. My son should be writing the birthday card he always wants me to get from him individually and putting lots of Xs in it as he does every year. He would have spent his pocket money to buy her a present, she was his absolute favourite person, they had such a deep bond. It would have been her first birthday with her new granddaughters that she was so desperately looking forward to watching grow up. Instead we are living in an alternate reality where everything seems so much darker. it’s going to be so hard.
Happy birthday to my lovely kind, sweet, beautiful and generous mum. Our hearts are broken without you.