Celebration

I received a call in the middle of the day. It was my mum planning for her own birthday.
"Oh gosh! We all didn't do any planning!" Guilt trip.

She'd planned her own birthday dinner, and was checking to ensure we all could turn up on the day. That's just so her, so efficient, so pragmatic. Sigh, I wish I were more like her sometimes.

This being the long weekend ahead, she'd also planned a studio photo session - the old school photo taking sessions - where prints are enlarged onto canvas type.

"Your daddy wants to take another family portrait. The last one was taken without Tim and Esther." Yup the ever growing family portrait.

" And also take his own portrait, a nice one "

Sigh, planning for the "goodbye" photo, I know, they've been talking about it for a while. Heck they even planned their own funeral and are now gonna choose their photos.

Much as I want to spend more time with them, and let them know how much I love them, I know that nothing will ever prepare me for the time when it is time to say goodbye.

I think they know this, that's why they are planning it all now, so that we kids will have an easier time then.

After we hung up, I then realised that I'd clean forgotten to ask her about her new dentures, and whether she's been eating well with them.