Ten years ago I was a nursing student on a hospital placement, and I was supposed to work the afternoon shift on my mother’s birthday. But she persuaded me to swap shifts with someone, so that I would be home earlier to celebrate her birthday. There wasn’t much of a celebration because she had developed a fever (what we didn’t know was a sign of things to come) but the fact is she insisted on having everyone present. Of course none of us were suspicious, but only after she passed away did we realise how adamant she was about celebrating her birthday. It was like she knew it would be her last.
My mum would’ve turned 58 years old today. My heart aches at the thought of what might have been.