It’s been nine years since that day
The kid’s birthday just passed.
It sucks because I can never just have it be a joyous thing. Like Mother’s Day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, the kid’s birthday is a complex affair for me, and probably others.
Alison collapsed just five days after he was born, and that was the beginning of the end.
He turned nine, which means that one of the worst days of my entire life happened nine years ago.
So, it tough being in a celebratory mood.
Having said that, I just wrote that I try – as best as I can – to shield the boy from what I can. This is no different.
I had his friends over for a pre-birthday party of sorts because it was Diwali this last Friday and his school was closed so that was fun.
Then we met up with the ABFF for a dinner of gyros and chix sandwiches (that was his choice).
Then we had a proper party with his friends and, just like last year, the Firecracker baked him a homemade cake with homemade frosting – low-carb(-ish, because I’m not a complete monster).
I don’t think he knows how hard I try to seem fine on his birthday.
That’s a good thing.
Location: earlier today, sleeping on my sister’s couch in the burbs
Mood: nostalgic
Music: I’m just tryinna make it last (Spotify)
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