I’m 59 today. I’m now older than my brother Darcy when he died.
I had cake and presents and cards and, a ton of love on Facebook. When I sat down to write this post I felt okay but..... grief is a sneaky bastard. So many people who are out of birthdays and I’ve seen more birthdays than I have left to celebrate.
COVID-19 sucks so much joy from the world. Ontario has fucked around with closures and lockdowns, and stay at home orders, so we’re worse off than other provinces who put rules in place and stuck to them.
I’m hopefulcranky and wishingtired.
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