Oct. 7 is always a bittersweet day for me.
I’ll cry. I’ll smile and enjoy a flood of happy memories. I’ll phone my sister and lament the what ifs and celebrate the what was. I’ll listen to some old tunes.I hate Oct. 7 for what it means. I love Oct. 7 for what it meant. I wish I never had to think about Oct. 7.Oct. 7 marks the anniversary of the day (39 years ago) we lost Mum. She was just 44. Cancer.It boggles my mind she’s been gone so long, given it still seems li