90 blow your candles
Mom you'll blow your now 90 candles . You often say that you never thought you'd live that long. You also say that sometimes you're tired of being on earth and you would like to join dad who left us, there are nearly 14 years, at the age of 72 years. But I want to keep you as long as possible, at least while you will not suffer too because I would not want one you require aggressive therapy which I know you're away.
90 years it's been a hell of a lease . You've got memories, then those whom age has not erased because unfortunately the passage of time affects your memory and it happens that your head swims a little. But you're here with us and that's the point.
I wondered what would make you happy to celebrate this event. After eliminating the gifts that you no longer want or need, I thought to break the monotony of your days, an invitation to the restaurant with us would give you an opportunity to exit. The outputs you loved so much are increasingly rare, your poor legs allowing you to walk far more.
The warm presence of at least one of your children this holiday will prove to you, if need be, how much I care about you. Of course there are days where I sometimes let my annoyance at your drill blunders, your forgetfulness ... but that's just because I want you to stay one you have always been. More and more often our roles are reversed and I have trouble admitting.


























