I find it interesting that milestones divisible by five seem to hold more importance than all the others. Been married 39 years. Ho hum. Been married 40. Let’s have a party!
I guess it’s the same for sad anniversaries, too. The tug on the heartstrings seems a little stronger when 5 or 10 years have passed since someone’s death, and the melancholy is indeed a bit stronger today, on the fifth anniversary of the death of my mom, Peggy O’Connor.
I didn’t realize until last year that her date of death fell on International Women’s Day, and even though it was only the fourth anniversary, I took the opportunity to write about her. (Well, actually it was a day late, which in and of itself was a tribute to her.)
I hope you enjoy looking back on the life of a great woman on the day we celebrate all of the great women in the world.