My mother would have been 80 years old today. At first I could picture her mourning the thought at turning into an octogenarian. Then I realized she would have preferred that to dying at 58 years old of PSP. I wonder how different our lives would have been if she had not got sick. I would trade it all to have her back and let her see her granddaughter who is walking in her piano playing shoes.
Summer is waning. I miss it already. I am planning future hikes and things left to do in a slight panic because I know what is coming and it seems to go on forever.
