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Originally posted by Dianne:
I just realized my parents didn't call me on my birthday yesterday.
One of the reasons it's always been difficult to share any of this is that for all the negative damaging stuff that went on, somehow there are also great chunks and pieces of wonderful childhood woven into my memories. Birthdays were huge and happy events in our house. My Mom loved birthdays, and made each of our birthdays such a special day...we got to choose our favourite meal, dessert and never had to do any chores whatsoever on our birthday (no dishes!).

My first birthday after she died was the first birthday she ever missed. Subconsciously I was waiting for her phone call all day and all night, but of course it never came. That's probably the moment that it hit me to the core of my being that she was irrevocably gone and was never coming back.