18/05. It is my mum’s birthday. She would have turned 60 today, except that she won’t because she died in 2004.
1805 is also the password to my phone. Because I try to include any semblance of her in my life. Because what better set of numbers could there be?
I won’t lie – when I was thinking earlier this month about mum’s birthday, I had to use a calculator to count her age. When you haven’t celebrated your mum’s birthday for 11 years, you don’t have a need to remember her age. The brain automatically forgets. Every year I have to calculate because I can never remember.
This is the second milestone birthday she’s missed. We‘ve missed. I often wonder what she would have been like at this age. If her cancer wasn’t terminal. If she never got cancer at all. I would have a mother. How different would my life be.