Maybe that’s why the past couple of days have felt so heavy and full of rage.
Nine months. The time it takes to bring a baby to full term- I am reminded by another young widow.
I wish people wouldn’t sound so dismal about their birthday just because it means they’re getting older. The alternative is dying. I wish I could’ve grown old with you. I wish you could’ve grown old.
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Your last paragraph really moved me, as someone who grumbles the same thing about each birthday. Thanks for letting me see birthdays as a true privilege.