Throughout my life, by design and by happenstance, I have linked important events in my life to important dates in history and/or holidays.
My first husband and I were married 4 days before Thanksgiving.
His birthday was on Labor Day (back when it didn't move).
Our daughter was born 1 day after Thanksgiving (different year).
He died on Easter Sunday.
My next husband and I were engaged on Christmas Eve.
I married my next husband on Valentine's Day.
I threw him out in the dark of the moon, on the 6th of June (all of you C.W.McCall fans will understand).
Our daughter was born 3 days before Hallowe'en.
I married my next husband on New Year's Eve.
I found him with his mistress on the next New Year's Eve.
At this point, my mother rather vehemently requested that I not mess up any more holidays and she pointed out that the world did not really revolve around me.
I have tried ever since to abide by her wishes in this regard.
Last Saturday, on my birthday, my mother died.
Rest in Peace, Ma, and know that you were loved.