As I mentioned at the time, I got a lot of wonderful remembrances and condolences regarding my mother’s death in February. And things are usually better now. But the first birthday after her death somehow has a special poignancy. I’m NOT calling her or sending her a card, or struggling over the fact that buying stuff for her became increasingly difficult, because she said she wanted for nothing.
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One of the things my mom would sing to us on our birthdays and other special occasions was If I Knew You Were Comin’ I’d’ve Baked a Cake.