I hate this time of year. With my birthday nine days away, it’s a reminder of losing my grandmother back in 2008. She died the day before my birthday — 5/10/2008. My birthday was on 5/11 — which fell on Mother’s Day that year.
And turning the big four-oh isn’t what’s getting me down either. It’s the fact that my grandmother, who was very supportive of my writing efforts, isn’t around to see the fact that I finally became a “writer.” She died just before my first book was contracted.
Yeah, I know, I’m just a fountain of fun today. *sigh* At least I’m not rambling about the royal wedding or Osama bin Laden’s take-down.