Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Mom Would Have Been 64 Today
My grandfather's funeral was on Wednesday June 1, 1994, the same day my mother turned 47: her last birthday. I remember the surreality of a birthday cake with candles being brought out during the wake at my grandmother's house. Next door, one of our neighbours was getting married: out went the wedding procession, in came the funeral procession. A couple of friends of mine had their first child that year, in the spring. Births, deaths, weddings, funerals, splits, reunions: that was '94. By the end none of us were the same.
I often wonder what would have happened had she lived to see me grow into the person I am today.
This song and movie were on my mind all summer that year: