Today is my mother's birthday. She would have been 82 today. There is not a day goes by that I don't think I think of her and my father (who died in 1994).
Pablo Neruda says it best:
"They told me
many things, everything.
Not only did they touch me
and take the hand I gave them
but they were bound to my life
in such a way
that they lived in me
and were such a living part of me
that they shared half of my life
and will die half my death"
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