It really is a sign that we are getting older when we
start to celebrate occasions with one or more family members missing. May it be
work, commitment or God forbid, death, it will never be complete without seeing
everyone laughing their hats off and churning those extra calories. It feels
awkward yet you pretend it’s not. I pretend it’s not but it is really hard.
Last
year’s a blast, all six of us present, enjoying the time, ignoring the fact
that someone’s on their way to somewhere far. This year, Mother’s day going to
be different. When I know the perfect gift for my Mom is not a new pair of
shoes or another bag, but rather a call from my sister whom she spent the most
time together with.
But I can’t argue with work and opportunity and commitment.
That’s life. And I just have to suck it up and pretend everything’s perfectly
normal and things are in their usual state as they were before.
