Today is a pivotal day in my life.
My mother passed away when I was four. She was 28 and had leukemia. That's a whole other story for a whole other day.
The reason why today is so important, is because today I am 29. I won. I beat her.
Growing up when a parent has passed away at a very young age marks your life. It makes you paranoid, that the Grim Reaper is out for you and everyone in your family. And certainly, you are marked to die young too.
It makes no sense, I know. But making it to this day is something I've always wanted, and yet never thought I would see.
So today, I am happy. I know the future is in my hands; I will see my children grow up; I will see my grandchildren grow up.
If I can make it to 29, I can make it to 109.