I do not care to think about how old you would have been today. It has been too long and it is too hard. I am farther and farther away from being my favorite thing: a sister. This cannot be helped and I need all the help I can get.
Since the idea of creating a ritual around your birthday just never felt right, I'll simply tell you what I decided to do today:
1) I read selections from the collected Sugar columns by Cheryl Strayed on my subway ride home from work. These columns inspired me to write again with their "radical empathy," as Steve Almond called it, and the sheer love of life and words that jumped out at me when I clicked over every Thursday--a new ritual for a new life. I think "The Black Arc of It" helped B understand me better and I could never thank Strayed too much for that.
3) When I finish my work I will play Skyrim and forget a bit.
4) You were so full of love that it inspires me to make more every day. So, today I will love B harder, even if he doesn't know it.
Sorry you got a list letter for your birthday, baby boy. I am all out of other ideas for today.
Miss you always,