March 13, 2011
Bitter Sweet Symphony
Today marks the 37th anniversary of being brought into this world - kicking and screaming - and looking more yellow than some Bananas in Pyjamas due to a solid case of Jaundice. Overall, I'd say that 36 of them have been varying degrees of great, with the one exception being about as bad as it gets and dragging down the average considerably.
Today also marks the 2nd anniversary of the worst day in my short life to this point. With my 6 year old daughter in the Dominican with my wife, I got a phone call at home expecting it was a birthday wish, but instead was my father-in-law calling to tell me that my wife's younger brother had passed away. The rest of my day was trying to get in touch with her to deliver the news - a phone call that still rings in my ears almost every waking minute - and find a way to get them back home as quickly as possible.
Last year was not so shit-hot as it re-opened the pretty deep wound from a year before, but it was encouraging as so many people wished me a Happy Birthday which brought to the surface the fact that I am truly fortunate to have so many friends, and to have a big loving family within such a short distance of where I now call home.
So here's to remembering one of the greatest friends and family members a person could ask for, on a day when I get reminded dozens of times just how lucky I am to have completed another lap around the Sun, even if it is a 939,845,775 kilometre road trip that's not nearly as fun without him.