51 years ago today I was born. I was the youngest of 3; an older sister and brother. I had a solid family unit with grandparents who lived close by. The best part was that I was a birthday present too! My dad's birthday was the next day. He always said that I was the best gift he ever had. All the years growing up we always shared our birthdays. We always had one cake with both our names on it. It was usually a Carvel icecream cake (I grew up in New York city). At the time I wanted my own cake. As I got older I looked forward to being with my dad on our birthdays just so that we could share again. We always shared bananas too...but that's another story. I've got lots of them.
3 years ago today I lost my dad. He had moved in with my sister in NJ in the last several months of his life as he needed lots of help. He had pancreatic cancer and lasted 2 years with it! He filled those 2 years with near constant travel and experiences!
My birthday is no longer the same. It is now a day of reflection and, in my religion, a day of remembrance. So, since my dad "took" my birthday I've decided to "take" his. Well, we've shared all these years so I don't think he'd mind.
I will celebrate tomorrow.