I have been kind of indifferent about my birthdays the last few years. No one special to celebrate them with and my friends are scattered far and wide. This year wasn’t any different except for the anxiety of the elections leading up to it.
Then, the day before my birthday I got one of those phone calls that no one wants to get. It was my niece telling me that my favorite sister-in-law had died. I was in shock. Julie was the kind of woman everyone needs as a friend. She was attentive, kind, funny, and a great sounding board. I hadn’t heard anyone ever say anything bad about her. She was merely 60 years old.
This year I cried for 3 days about the loss of so wonderful a woman from my life. I’ll mourn her of course forever to some degree. Now, I have to get through the funeral which won’t be for another 10 days, and then deal with famdamly that I rarely, if ever, talk to.
Another bad thing was I couldn’t say anything about it except to my closest friends, in inboxes on social media, because I got banned on FB, again, sigh. I had been talking with another author and said, I’m gonna go kill someone ~ fictionally speaking, of course. The bots picked up on the first part and never considered the second. The thing is, I KNOW better and just plain forgot and got a six-day ban, right through my birthday.
So, for all of you who wished me happy birthday, thank you. Normally, I thank each and every one of those who wish me well like that, not this year. I just don’t have the heart, even when, or if, FB allows me back on the platform.
I hope others have a better birthday than I did, because I will always remember this one because I’ll always mourn the loss of so great a lady. RIP Julie, you were one in a million.