[20 December, 2010]


On Saturday was the birthday of my school friend who committed suicide earlier this year. Our mutual classmates have posted various notes about it here and there.

It's surreal to celebrate the Birthday of someone who also has a Deathday. Suddenly it seems strange, and maybe a little trite, that all of our lives we celebrate this one day on which we are born, but nearing the day we die. Which becomes more important or more memorable after that point?

Somehow birthdays seem reserved for people who are living, but I guess we all choose different days and moments to honor the departed, a birthday as good as any other special memory.

On Saturday, we should have all been out getting cupcakes. Instead "Dream On" came on in the car and I cried. There is no happy ending.

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

1 sighs or salutations:

piccadillous | 21 December, 2010

Kevin's family celebrates both Kyle's birthday and the day he died... I'm always forgetting which is which : \

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