The Mom’s birthday was always within days after Mother’s Day (in the US). There was a time when I would get her a nice Mother’s Day present, a nice birthday present and then a goofy little present for every day in between.
I think last year, I was still in shock in May. She’d only passed away 2 months before and it was still unbelievable to me that she was gone. I’d found the surrogate grave in the local cemetery (Lessons in Grief, Part 2), so I had that comfort of being able to have a special place to visit. This year, I’ve been avoiding Mother’s Day reminders because they were making me verklempt when I’d see cards in Target or the inevitable Mother’s Day sales on TV. I get a double whammy, too, because her birthday is always so close.