The first week in November is tough. My birthday came first and then, a couple of days later, would be my wife’s birthday. Some folks may see why this could be an emotionally trying time.
The week started with me visiting my mother. We were walking through a shop and I kept seeing things and thinking that I should pick it up for my wife’s birthday. I imagine, with time, this is something that will move more towards the background. Although, I was talking to someone the other day who suggested that I do buy a little something for her, on her birthday. Nothing big or extravagant, just something to remember her by.
But first it was my birthday. It was the loneliest, saddest, disappointing birthday I’ve ever had. It started with me picking up donuts for people at the office. People who never showed up. Then I picked up Chinese food on the way home. I ate my dinner and went to bed. At 8:30pm. I understand that not a lot of people know it was my birthday, but once they found out it would’ve been nice for someone to suggest maybe going out or something. Even if it was a different day. It would have sucked any other time, but this time, the first birthday after losing my family, it was devastating that no one thought it might not be a good time for me to be alone.
This has taken all day to write so I think I better just wrap it up now before I scrap it altogether.
Thanks for reading about my whining 
