Well this is my last day being 39 and my thoughts wander to my Mum. She never made it to 40.
When I was younger I used to feel sad for myself that I didn't have a mother. I had a lot of 'woe is me' that I carried around for a long time. Now that this milestone is here in front of me ... I just feel sad for my Mum. She was too young to die.
I feel like my life is just starting. That I've just figured out how I work. That I just now have a grasp on my potential. It's heartbreaking that she didn't get a chance to do any of that.
Tomorrow is a big day on so many levels... I wish she was here to celebrate with me.