subject line: another birthday you'll never have


Oklahoma City

In a few short hours you would have been 27. I wonder if I’ll ever not feel angry on this day. There are 2 dates on your gravestone—every year the one to the right of the dash makes me sad. And every year the one to the left makes me angry. I think your birthday makes me angry because, while the anniversary of your death has always been a reminder of what was taken, your birthday always seems to be a blatant reminder of all the things you’ll never get to do. Buy a house, become a pilot, marry me...or someone else. We’ll never know so many things and maybe one day that won’t make me angry. But today doesn’t seem like that day. I bet 27 would have been a really good year. I miss you.