I miss my Mum. Not for the reasons that you think, but I do. Well, more than likely for 100% the reasons that you think but today, I'm coming from a different angle.
One of the things someone very special to me told me, after they had emigrated, was that they were sorry that their kids didn't have anyone close, from an older generation, in their lives.
I am proof that, whatever your age, it's a gift to have someone older to give advice, to reflect, to spend time with. Just to bathe in their wisdom and their glow.
I do have people in my life that are older but we have the unique situation in that we are the same, my next generation, are the same, they are my sisters, and the dynamic just isn't the same as with a parent or an aunt.
I long for an old person to be in my life, and I say that with love, I do not intend the word 'old' to be derogatory in any shape or form.
I lost my last 'Aunt' who was a surrogate, a wonderful friend of my Mum's who was well into her 80's, a couple of years ago. When she left us, my last independent link to Mum and a wonderful.... what's the word for correspondent, but in chatter? Friend... was lost, I do miss her.
I'm not young anymore, but I feel young to have no one, above me, older than me, wiser than me, caring about me.
On a lighter note, it's your birthday sweetie, and while I think of you often, I've thought of you more this week, trying to factor in the time difference.
I love you, I wish I was there, I hope that you had a wonderful day x
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