It has been so long since my last post, and trust me when I say how much this bothers me. With oodles to catch up on (so many posts will be coming your way soon), I decided to do something a little different today. While today is just like any other day, at the same token, I was born today. Monday, August 19th, 1985 at 9:17 p.m. to be exact. And ever since I can remember, on my birthday and exactly at 9:17 p.m., my mom would call me to wish me a ‘Happy Birthday’ or, if I were in town we would celebrate with an ice cream cake (my absolute favorite).
Last year my mom was undergoing chemotherapy treatment and for the first time ever, she was too tired and weak to call me at 9:17 p.m. It’s funny how something I was so used to and, to be honest, took for granted, struck me when it didn’t happen. I remember have a mix of feelings that came rushing out in a collage of silence when the clock switched over and I turned 28. The first lesson I received when I turned 28 was to never take anything for granted. Continue reading