Tomorrow is my eldest Daughter’s 25th birthday, or it would be, you know, if she hadn’t been murdered and everything over ten years ago.
It’s still her birthday I guess, only she doesn’t get to be a year older.
I don’t get to meet up with my twenty five year old Daughter for lunch and reminisce, or chat about her job, or what she’s wearing out to dinner – with her friends? A new romantic prospect? A long term partner?
I will never know my Daughter as an adult. Years of birthday’s flash through my head before coming to an abrupt halt at the last one.
There were nowhere near enough of them.
Tomorrow I will give thanks for having known her at all. And that is not enough either.
Travel safe x