I missed my grandma's birthday this year. She's been dead for eighteen years now, but I have a list of birthdays in my planner, and I always recopy her name and birthday onto it, every year.
But now there's fucking facebook, which tells me every day whose birthday
(more) it is, who I should be wishing a happy birthday too--sending a Starbucks card to, for chrissake.
But facebook doesn't include a lot of important birthdays--anyone who's not on facebook, obviously. Which would include all my little kid friends, and all my dead friends. And honestly, it feels most important to note those birthdays of the dead friends. It's important to have a moment dedicated to each of them specifically.
So Mohan--who passed away seven years ago now, in a freak accident when he was participating in the New Year's Polar Bear Swim at Coney Island. You're not supposed to die. You're supposed to jump in, and quickly scramble out, then go have a big Russian breakfast.
And my grandma, who was just old.
I'm not going to detail each of the other deaths. There keep being more and more. And I miss them all, I make room.
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