Tommorow would have been my mom and dad's 30th wedding anniversary. I hate this day now that she is gone. I feel like my dad is finally starting to "heal" and then another significant day comes along.
I did not realize that my mom was pregnant with me when she and dad got married. I never really did the math and thought"hmmmm...my birthday is 6 months after their anniversary!" One day when I was about 12 our neighbor was looking at my parents wedding album and said "Karen were you pregnant?" and that is how I found out. For the first time in my life I realized that even mom wasn't "perfect". I miss her so much it hurts.
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