We were able to get together to celebrate Ironmom's birthday. Had she been alive, she would have offically graduated from the "Basically 40" club. The day she was put on Hospice, one of the first comments she made to me was, "Ha! I'm never going to be 40. You will. You will have to actually be 40 years old." She laughed about that. I still shed tears about it.
Ironmom never loved celebrating her birthday (something we have in common) but we did anyway. This year, we got balloons and sent them up to her. She had a big role in our little corner of the world. We all miss her like crazy, but had a sweet few moments remembering her and celebrating her big day.
Happy birthday IronMom!
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