February 1, 2021
February 1, 2021 Today is the third birthday I am celebrating without you. The first, February 1, 2019, is a blur. It was nine days after you died and admittedly I was most likely still in shock. That being said, I remember it as a good day. I went out once, to get my take-out Sushi dinner. The first time in about five years you didn’t get it for me. That was a little tough. After I ate I was visited by Tanja and Jessica who brought for me a bottle of good scotch and a birthday cake. I still feel the warmth in my heart now that I felt then for these two friends. Just by showing up that night I felt like I was never going to have to worry about being alone on my birthday. All three of my kids were there and they all had friends with them. Everybody gathered in our living room and lit the candles on the cake and serenaded me with “Happy Birthday”. I’m not lying when I say it was the first time I’d had that sung to me in probably fifteen years. We just didn’t do that i