This weekend I celebrated my 43rd birthday. I use the word celebrated because that is what is expected.
What actually happened was a quick visit with the family, birthday cake and cards. Then takeout for supper followed by 13 hours of sleep. Guess I needed sleep.
Living my life without my brother was never something I imagined I’d be doing at such a young age. There is so much pressure for me to celebrate each and every year without him.
I miss you so much Michael. We all do.