Happy Birthday Mom!

Mom turned 87 years old last week. My mind can’t help but wonder how many birthdays mom has left. Will this be the last? I reflect back on the last birthday we really remember celebrating with her. It was her 80th birthday and we took her to Las Vegas.

She loved to gamble, she loved Vegas, it so my mom’s kind of town. Gambling, flashy clothes and cheap buffets. You would of thought the demographic Gods invented this town for my mom. All her kids and grand-kids were there to help her celebrate her birthday. We knew, as mom was starting the dementia process, that this may be the last time we celebrated with her cognizant.

She gambled, she partied, she kissed us all. But the signs of things to come were ever present. The second day we were there mom started to have memory problems. We suspected a TIA but mom blew it off and still had a good time.

So to my mom, Happy Birthday Mom, may you be dreaming of hitting the big jackpot.

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