Today would have been my mom, Pia Wichmann’s, 76th birthday. It’s hard to believe that five years have passed since we said goodbye. She fought so bravely against COPD, and while her physical presence is gone, her spirit feels so close—guiding, watching, and protecting me from above.
If you ever had the pleasure of meeting my mom, you’d know we’re two peas in a pod. She was a powerhouse of strength and determination. Once she set her mind to something, she got it done—whether it was organizing people, tackling a challenge, or making sure everything was just right. She had a knack for bringing people together, and she did it with style.
And speaking of style—when Mom entered a room, you knew it. Not just because of her amazing presence, but her hair. She loved coloring her hair! Vibrant blues, deep reds, and playful purples were her favorites, and she wore them with a confidence that made it look completely natural. It was so her, fitting perfectly with her vibrant personality. She had a way of owning her look, no matter how bold or unconventional.
Mom also had a talent for fashion and sewing that was nothing short of magic. From everyday wear to breathtaking gala gowns, she could whip up anything with ease. (That skill didn’t quite make it to me!) But for all her talents, singing wasn’t one of them. Despite her mother being an opera singer and me having been a musical artist, her voice was more about funny noises than melodies—and honestly, we loved her for it. She always kept us laughing.
The past five years have been tough. I miss her every single day. Her voice, her laugh, her vibrant energy—they’re irreplaceable. But I like to think she’s up there, cheering me on and still organizing things in her special way. Mom, I hope I’m making you proud.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you forever. 💜
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