Friday, September 06, 2013
Monday this week, one of my best friends celebrated his birthday. Funny, but for first several years I knew him, I didn't really ever managed to remember his birthday. For the record, I am really bad with birthdays. I can generally remember a month, but the actual date is tough for anyone other than really immediate family.
A year or so ago, thanks to Facebook, I finally figured out his birthday, and it knocked me over. His birthday is the same as my brother's birthday. So easy, right?
Except it wasn't. My brother isn't here anymore to celebrate his birthday. He died in Iraq 7 years ago while on patrol.
So here is one of my dearest friends, one of the world's very best guys, who happens to have the same birthday and same first name as my brother. And one day a year, I just can't deal.
Sorry for the downer. I just needed to get that off my shoulders. Maybe next year it won't hurt so much.