Remember mum on the anniversary of her birthday

Today is the anniversary of my mum's birthday.  She would have been 82 years old.  Hard to believe.  Hard to believe she had been gone 25 years.  I recall her telling me tales of the family's history. I recall her taking me to places she loved.  I recall she was a true bard and the children would gather around her at family reunions and beg her to to tell them stories of our past.  I recall she was often too sad, suffering from manic depression left untreated. 

 I recall her life ended too young.