Mom was born on September 27, 1928. If she were still alive, she would have been 94 today, September 27, 2022.
On her birthday in 2015, her last one here on this earth, I visited her in jail, just as I did almost every day for several hours for four years. Here’s how I greeted her and how she responded:
Mummy is what she called her own mother. The full and wonderful story of what happened on her last birthday may be read at the three posts below (or here, here and here). Not surprisingly, reading them again just now made me cry ❤
it’s better to be queer on your deer than funny on your bunny on your birthday
put a candle on a cupcake and see if you feel as lucky as my mom
love comes in all shapes, sizes and colours including small, furry, and black and white
My Alzheimer's Story 