My mom passed away in 2012, and today is her birthday. Here is how I handled it.
Putting Two and Two Together
One day, my uterus decided I had to die, and it nearly bled me to death.
The hysterectomy was sad but necessary; it meant I could never have children, but it also meant I’m alive. As an added bonus, my hair and nails are growing again.
When I went anemic from blood-loss, they just stopped. That messed me up a little. I refused to cut my hair beyond the most basic trim for two years.
Today is my late mom’s 66th birthday. I miss her A LOT, but today isn’t supposed to be sad. Nope: today, I will remember her with joy.
This is a choice.
Today, I will not mourn. I will not nope. Instead, I will cut my hair because life.
I Did The Thing
I present to you before and after, completely unvarnished, unmade-up, just as I am. And boy, oh, boy – I look a lot like her.
I love you, mom. I’ll see you later.