Today is my late mother’s birthday. I lost her 12 years ago to pancreatic cancer and miss her everyday. Ironically, I sort of lost my father around the same time. He’s still living, but I stopped reaching out to him back in 2003 and seriously doubt he would reach out to me. There is a very good chance that I’ve already spoken to him for the last time. Sucks. I guess somebody has to be the black sheep in the family.