I love birthdays I especially love my BIRTHDAY!
I love to get presents, balloons, long distant phone calls spewing off-key singing of Happy Birthday jingles, birthday cake, happy cocktails and friends around me to help drink them.
Sigh but I am a grown up now, I am still swallowing the fact that I am 47, and things change and I have to accept that so does the way I celebrate birthdays.
I got no phone calls! not one for my birthday
Not one!…. for my birthday!
I got alot of Facebook and instagram messages that were really nice and some really pretty and happy but they are not the same. I missed the days of plenty phone call from friends and family alike who picked up the phone and gave me a minute of their time. This year it became really clear that the people who really used to call were my mother and my father and my grandmother.
Well my mother doesn’t speak any more, neither does my dad and well Grannie has been with the Lord for four years now.
I only realised recently that I stopped having birthday cake for my birthday and it is because my grandmother stopped baking cake awhile ago. And a birthday didn’t feel like a birthday with a Grannie birthday Cake sigh
My sisters forgot to call as well 😦 and well my brother forgot all together that is was my birthday.
So while my birthday was pleasant and all that and I made an effort to enjoy the minute of things I was also very saddened by it and clearly still am as I am putting my thoughts to word.
Next year I am having a party at least then I have a say over the fun cocktails and friends surrounding me to drink them LOL
Mission for this year … get some friends!
Sorely lacking in the friend department need some LOL but that is a story for another time.
(In all fairness I do have a few so I am not that badly off. )