Killing her again

Today is December 7th. I think I've been asked that five times today what today was and every time I replied "It's the 7th" and then went on with whatever I was doing. Then at 9:30 tonight it hit me: Today is December 7th. And then I almost cried.

My mother was born December 7th. She's only been dead for 5 years and already, a day that I looked forward to, I have forgotten to celebrate to birth of my mother. All day long I went about life not even thinking of the importance of the day. How without her life, mine would be not.

I feel like a very ungrateful son for forgetting to celebrate this day, The 7th of December. I know it's late, but Happy Birthday Mom.