I appreciate all the kind words, gifts and food (oh, my love handles!) on this special day.
I lost my best friend in earlier in 2013, which was an emotional gut-punch that still has me shaken. Since I’ve known him for more than 26 years, to build another best-friend relationship in that amount of time would carry me into my early 70s, which is to say, unlikely. That’s sad to think about.
A better way to look at things: His memory endures in the soft corners of my soul; his legacy is a tribute to himself and a tangible gift to those—wife, son, father, sister, friends—who stand in his absence.
That knowledge, and your well wishes, cut through the pain and makes this day joyous for me.
Also, thanks to the staff of the Hudson Library & Historical Society for hosting a wonderful book fair, as well as The Learned Owl Book Shop for its continued support of local authors.
Happy birthday to me.