The Big 70

My mom turns 70 years old today. Usually, I would write her a poem, send her a card, or write a letter to wish her a happy birthday. This year, I decided to call her on the phone.

I thought that I would be able to finally celebrate my mom's birthday in person this time. But as reality continues to demonstrate, human calculation cannot supercede fate.

Will I be there for Mom's birthday next year? I'll know when the time comes.

I love you, Mom! Happy birthday!