Now that I think back, she knew it was going to happen. She had that kind of serenity I've only ever seen in someone who knows they're dying or else has lived through such enormous tragedy that they know where life's priorities lie. During meetings with her son present, she'd give him a look and say things that warned of his needing to shape up and be more responsible, because one day she wouldn't be around to keep him in line. I didn't know she meant that to happen so soon and I didn't really think she meant in death.
This Friday, aside from all the bitching, swearing, and laughter, I will raise a glass to mothers and the wonderful people they fill my life with.
I miss my mum.