It was her birthday yesterday, she would have been 57. It’s hard to imagine that, since she wasn’t yet 40 when she died.
We used to go to the cemetery on her birthday, take flowers, sometimes roses from the farm since this is when they bloom.
But we didn’t this year. Busy with other things and to be honest I forgot until the day was nearly over. A day passes quickly these days.
And that’s just how easy it is to forget. As easy as remembering used to be. It takes something to remember. It takes nothing to forget.