Marcy’s birthday
Today would have been my mother’s 80th birthday.
I can’t really imagine her at 80—she died at age 37. What would she have been like if she’d had another 43 years? I can make guesses—I imagine that, like many other people, she would have stayed fundamentally herself, while still growing and changing over time—but still, hard for me to imagine.
My parents’ birthdays and death anniversaries are often hard for me, but this time I seem to be fine. Some minor anxiety surges yesterday, but nothing major. Got about ten hours of sleep last night (extremely unusual for me). Planning to take things easy today.
As I’ve noted before, I don’t have a FB album specifically of photos of Marcy, but I do have two albums that include a bunch of photos of her:
- Photos of Marcy’s family, early 1900s through 1974.
- Photos of her and Peter and me and Jay, 1968 through 1979
The particular photo I’m thinking of today is the last one I have of her, taken in 1980, a few months before she died.
Hugs to all who knew her.