Happy Birthday To You And Me Wherever We Are

Waking up this morning, it was obvious that the day would be somewhat gray. The sky was filled with clouds and it was chilly. In my head, the first thing that came to mind was the happy birthday song. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you... You know the rest. Well, today would be my love's birthday if he were alive. I tried to imagine holding him. The last words he ever spoke to me were "I love you." Those were my last words to him. I don't know exactly what to do with myself today. Sitting around crying is probably not what my love would want for me. I do know that the world my love was born into was a very difficult place. He would come to know hunger and pain many times over before we would meet and begin a life together. He was so strong that he lifted himself out of poverty to become a happy and successful man. He really did live the American dream. Myself, being born in America, I never had such difficult trials and tribulations as my love. Today, I will remember his strength and everything he taught me about life. I will try to be kind and help people less fortunate than myself and always take care of myself. These were things my love always did. He liked to "work hard and play hard." He really was the most amazing person I ever met. I'm not going to bake a cake. I'm not going to light any candles. Still, I think I can take this day as my new birthday and begin again. Happy birthday to me.