It's Mum's birthday today, her first birthday in the after-life.
She now belongs to the would-have-been birthday world: she would have been 81 years old.
One year ago I blogged a happy birthday to her, a congratulations for attaining her 80th.
It was quite a triumph for her to have reached that milestone, as she was already deep into her death agony (which unaccountably lasted another 12 days...)
She survived that long by sheer force of will, much as she had achieved so much in her at times very difficult life, by the strength of her love for life and for her husband and family, and her determination to survive against the odds.
She was one tough cookie, a powerful person in a misleadingly frail package, and her children were well trained up to remember and celebrate her birthday and there is no way we would ever stop now.
According to the famous mathematical thought experiment, Schroedinger's cat is neither dead nor alive. So it's a cool concept if you don't like being locked into binaries. Not so good if you don't like being locked into a lethal booby-trapped box. And from the cat's point of view, there is no ambiguity at all.