“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Stay in the Shadow
When my dad died I was an absolute mess. Despite our occasional tiffs, he was the one and only constant in my life. On my birthday every year, I always looked forward to his ritual singing. The year he died I wished my birthday away because, with him gone, who would jubilantly sing Happy Birthday to me?