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Your birthday was yesterday. This would have been the 18th birthday I've celebrated with you. The kids made you a cake this weekend. I was struck by the dedication they both put into it—striving for perfection. They love you so much.

They brought back a hunk of the cake for me after your weekend with them. It's now lopsided and the blue frosting is melting. It stands untouched on the counter. I didn't eat it. Couldn't eat it. I've never had to eat your birthday cake alone,and don't want to start now.

You always let me share your birthday because I didn't have one of my own. I had a special connection to you. Now I have nothing. No connection. No birthday. No you.

Last night I had the kids join hands and the three of us sang Happy Birthday to you. But you weren't here. Your seat was empty.

Like I am.


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