There are two places where the dead still live.
The first is in our hearts and minds.
The second is on Internet databases.
Today would have been my mother’s ninety-third birthday. It’s still her birthday, (the date she was born) but it can’t be the ninety-third, as she left this world thirteen years ago.
But on Internet databases she is now listed as being of a ripe old age she never got to be in real life. Most of these “find anyone” sites never seem to find death certificates. If they do, they don’t account for such in the information anyone can google.
For me, the date remains a monumental one, regardless.
Here she is, long before I was even a thought: