Kinda funny how life is sometimes:
Last month, on my mother's birthday, we went to a wake for a girl my mother practically raised for the first few years of her life. She was a childhood playmate for me until we moved. The funeral was the day after the wake.
This past weekend, Mike's grandmother passed away after an illness, at the age of 94. My birthday is tomorrow, so is the wake. The funeral is on Wednesday.
It's kinda creepy.
My father's birthday is in May, and my younger brother's bday is the day after. I hope the trend does not continue. That would be a rough month.
The coincidences are all too weird for me.
I'm glad I don't put a lot of stock into birthdays. I like being able to sneak under the radar and not have everyone make a fuss out of me on my birthday.
It'll be nice to see everyone put that energy into helping the family grieve.
