Birthday thoughts about my late husband
In twenty-one years of marriage, he only let me make him a birthday cake once, for a milestone birthday, and even then it wasn’t a cake, but a pie, a homemade version of a French Silk pie.
My husband hated his birthday. The day after Christmas, he often felt as an “afterthought” as a boy. As a man, things like the JonBenet Ramsey murder, and the tsunamis of 2004 that killed nearly a quarter-million people gave him a very negative view. “It’s just a bad day all the way around and I don’t want to celebrate it,” he’d tell me. Once, we were in the grocery store around his birthday time and from behind me, he caught me glancing at cake mixes out of the corner of my eye. How he saw I have no idea but he exclaimed, “Don’t even think about it!” The kids could make cards for…
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