If the dead can still get mail, if their things can fall out of the closet onto your toes, if they can visit you in dreams, if you can hear their voices inside your head, you can wish them happy birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom.
|Last year's birthday breakfast cupcake.|
|Last year's birthday party for my mom and my dear friend Carol|
|Birthday, 2012 just a few weeks after my mom moved in with me.|
|I'm not quite sure, but this may have been the last birthday she celebrated with her beloved twin sister Millie.|
In a short while, I'm off to celebrate my friend Carol's birthday. She will be there via Skype while a half dozen of us party in person. We will eat and make merry, and celebrate the living and the dead.