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It’s been seven and a half years since we lost Sia.
I think about her a lot. Maybe not as frequently as I did. But still more often than I’ll ever let on.
Today makes seven birthdays without her.
Today also marks the first birthday without another friend of mine who passed unexpectedly last year.
I hadn’t bothered to wish her a happy birthday in years. I mean, neither of us did. But we spent a lot of birthdays together over the years. So it’s not like either of us could forget.
I messaged one of her family members today. I should message her ex, too, since he’s the one who broke me the sad news to me last year.
The ex had instructed me to tell our mutual friends. But I thought about it and said nah.
She was so private in life. You cannot even get a Google result for her. Believe me, I’ve tried.
There is no reason to let anyone think she is doing anything but her beloved hobbies and being unintentionally funny.
God, how she made us all laugh.
The irony is not lost on me that this used to be a day of celebration. Now it is a day of reckoning that “we’ll get together soon” now refers to whatever lies beyond the veil.
Happy birthday, ladies. I will never forget it … or you.
