My family gave me a wonderful birthday yesterday, but I was unable to appreciate it. For the last 3 birthdays some point in the comes along, and I realize my mom won’t be calling me to sing happy birthday to me.

Mother’s day is a little hard for similar reasons, but being able to celebrate that day for my beautiful wife makes a world of difference.

You would think that my mom’s birthday would be hard as well, but that hasn’t really been the case. Embarrasingly, this year I forgot about it entirely until the day after. But remembering it for the last two years is twice as many times as I had in the last 30 years.

My birthday, though, has always been the toughest, and looks to be a trend that will continue. Sometimes I still miss my mommy.