It's a weird day. It's my mom's birthday. This is always a tough part of the year. We lost mom on April 14th, her birthday is May 2nd, mother's day is the second Sunday in May - it's like a constant barrage of reminders - not that we need any. I miss the excitement she had for this time of the year. She loved her birthday, loved mother's day, loved the beginning of summer. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss her, but on these days, that pain is a little more intense. I cling to the memories and to my family - they get me through.
Other than the overall melancholy of the day, today was a day much like any other. I had a training meeting, then some work to do, then a late meeting. My study has Australian sites so in order to do a team meeting, we have to meet from 5 to 6 on Wednesdays. I know it's necessary, but I can't say that I'm liking it much. Oh well, nature of the beast.
Since I have this late meeting now - Stew is in charge of dinner on Wednesday nights. Tonight it was manwich with oven baked potatoes. He even made me brussel sprouts, which I thought I loved. I mean I used to eat them all the time when I was a kid - but ick. I don't know if my mother made them some special way or what, but those things were nasty tonight. I don't think that I'll be eating any more of that.