Happy Birthday, Cookie Sister!
Radiation Level: 7.1
Listening To: Jane Says by Jane’s Addiction
Cookie Girl must have been about 7 here. We were “cookie sisters” because whenever she stayed with me, we’d make those cookies in the roll that you cut and bake. WE LOVED THEM. Such a simple pleasure. I so wish she was still here. At 34, she surely would have calmed down. Surely…
I didn’t go to her grave today. To be honest, her birthday snuck up on me. My mother called me yesterday and left a message to “wish her a happy birthday”. On April 6th. I paused. Wait, isn’t it the 7th? Yes, April 7th. You’d think my mother would remember what day she gave birth. But memories shift and reorganize. Like the earth’s crust. Because memory – and sand – is imperfect. It is human. And fallible.
Here’s to all of us missing the ones we loved. It is part of our life.