This is your first birthday since you passed away. Happy birthday, my love.
Last year’s birthday was supposed to be a quiet affair. You were feeling a little under the weather but you decided you wanted to get the first dialysis of the week done.
Little did we know your fistula was blocked. It wasn’t the first time. I remember giving you a rousing chorus of ”Happy Crappy Birthday to you.” It turned out all too prophetic.
It meant a visit to the hospital by Tuesday to clear it, repair it, or replace it; coming home Wednesday in all likelihood; Friday at the latest is it was a replacement.
No big deal, kind of a casual bump in the road that we had happen before.
But you never left the hospital and passed 11 days after your birthday.
I miss you every day but I seem to miss you a little extra special right now.
REST IN PEACE.