It’s not that today I feel particularly sad or miss her more than I do on other days, it’s just simply a reminder of things I don’t get to celebrate.
What is hard is I don’t remember ever celebrating her birthday. I obviously did when I was little, and I have been told stories about presents I made or cards I wrote, breakfasts in bed and family celebrations. The older I get the more my memories fade and that is the hardest reality. I’m slowly forgetting all of it, all the laughs and fun times we had. I was simply too young when I had to say goodbye.
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