It’s my one day of the year that I literally try to avoid. Not because I fear growing older. Far from that. But mainly because it’s a big reminder of what yesterdays I had with my parents that are now distant memories. I lost my mother at twenty-six and birthday’s have been a kind of tough pill to swallow ever since. Don’t get me wrong I know there are people far worse off than me. I consider myself lucky that I did get twenty-six years with her. There are people that hardly know their parents at all. Yes – I consider myself fortunate in that aspect.
Special thanks to John and Keith for joining me for some birthday golf. Your company along with the excellent weather was all that I needed. Then to have Cindy and my wife to join us all for lunch was just fantastic. I highly enjoyed it all.
Additional thanks to my lovely wife for putting together tonights event with friends. I appreciate this more than you know.
Tiny sidenote: My birthday is one day only. Not a weekend. Not a month. That’s how it works people.