As is always the case, when it’s a family member’s birthday I feel most distant from the people way up north in New South Wales. And being the nasty son (friend, brother, etc) I am, I don’t ring anyone enough to say “hi”. I’ve really started to think that my mind works on the principle of don’t think about it and you won’t feel sad.
But birthday’s are times to celebrate, not fuss over myself.
My little sister took my Mum out to dinner last Saturday night and offered to send me the bill so I could feel “part of it”. Thanks Sis.
So event though I know you had to work, I hope you have a great day Mum.