ma

Ma would have turned 77 today.

Probably not, of course. Given her cancer three years ago, there's no way she would be alive today... not even under the best of circumstances.

Is that why I'm not as sad as I've been in the past? Or will it hit me later, when we go to the harbor?

[of course, I've been in what I was assuming a sinus-induced funk for the last four days... could it be something else? I don't think so...]