June 4, 2007
It’s my birthday. But I’m not feeling very festive. I don’t think any of us are: my birthday is too soon after Jed’s death day. The weather is as gloomy as my mood. Most of my birthdays after Dad died have been bad to terrible. I used to love my birthday. Now it just reminds me of all the people who are no longer here to celebrate with me. Maybe you grow out of the fun of birthdays, just like you grow out of saying “I’m 8 and a half” or “Six and three-quarters”. You stop wanting to be older.