Today would be my mother's 97th birthday.
She died many years ago at the young age of 48.That is another whole lifetime.
It is always an unusual feeling to remember her birthday. Now that I am well past her age, it is even more so.
But one of the more unusual things has been seeing her face in my daughter.
I may be the only one who does, but that's okay. Life has its own little ways of keeping us going and keeping memories alive.