No, It's not my birthday

The last time I saw Dan was back in the spring. I was his ride to Mila's and her mom's birthday shindig. During the trip, he was talking about how he wished people would leave him alone about wanting to be a hermit. He said he was content to spend time with himself.

A couple years ago I threw a Raising The Bar party. I had finally finished the bar that I had spent two years off and on working on, and I wanted to celebrate the addition to our kitchen (and have a couple guys shove that thing into place). It was also my birthday. Although I didn't announce it as a birthday party, enough friends were still aware and brought me some gifts. I enjoyed them all, but the one I treasured the most was the hand-drawn birthday card Dan made for me. He even put it into a pretty frame. Maybe someone else might see something like a hand-drawn birthday card as cheap or cheesy. I saw it as very thoughtful.



Tomorrow I will be joining the crew of folks that are spending time packing up the life that was Dan's, and there's a lot of that life to be packed up. I'll also be bringing boxes and tape, because despite everyone bringing some here and there, I think we'll still need more.

I better remember to bring a box of Kleenex. And maybe some toilet paper.