Today is your birthday The Club No One Wants To Be A Member Of

Working my way through my mothers first posthumous birthday since her death 5 months ago. How it feels to have a day meant for celebrating another year shout so loudly that there is not another year to be had. How it feels when others around you, even close family, just don’t get the affect that this day can have. How you acknowledge, or honour the day for you. It wasn’t easy, but harder still was the days that followed as it sunk in that time was marching on without her ...