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:
🎉Happy Birthday🍻
