Birth-days

March 5th will be hard. I've already requested the day off. What will I do -- pull the covers over my head? Try to divert myself somehow? I don't know. Maybe I should make her a cake and dress in green and knit all day long.
She would have been 33 -- the same age I was when she was born. Some kind of cruel symmetry at work. Today there is a baby shower at work. I wish the young woman well -- but why couldn't E. have had the chance to fulfill that dream?
No, there will never be answers to the question "why?"
This is the year of the Tiger. Her oncologist said she was like a tiger -- full of fight. She fought until there was no more fight left.