Happy Birthday, Mommy
Nov 1, 2021
Happy Birthday, Mommy. And Feliz Día de los Muertos. I wonder if, one day, my kid will get a tattoo with December 21st, and say, “Happy birthday, mommy. And happy solstice.”
Life is weird. Death is weirder. I was 43 when my brain mostly died. My mother was 43 when her brain was murdered by a brain tumor. I was 17.
2.5 years ago I was given 2–3 years of life left. So, when I die, my son will be within months of the same age as I was when my mother died. I was 17. My kid is going to be 17 in 2 months. Life. Death. Kids. Brains. Memories. I guess that this must be the place.
Originally published at https://www.tumblr.com on November 2, 2021.
