My Mom didn't call me the day of my birthday, 1996. That was a first, for her. I figured I'd call her the next day to see what was going on. At 6:30 AM, the next day, I got the call: She had just passed, after eating a small breakfast. It was not expected, but not a total shock, as she was ailing. Oddly, as I would find out some years later, that day was my tattoo shop partner's then-wife's birthday. My then-wife's birthday was the day his mother had passed! I still miss my Mom, almost twenty-three years later.