The fall was well, filled with several expletives. If you know me, you know that I usually enjoy celebrating my birthday for the whole darn month. Start to finish, pleasure seeking, finding things that make me smile.
Why? My birthday will be inevitable tied to my Dad’s death. I saw him for the last time in full amazing form just days before my 25th birthday. 17 days later, he died. October has always loaded for me since then.
My Dad had a saying though…”Nobody gets out alive, I just know I am going a little sooner.”