Today was Daddy's birthday.
I bought him a card, but ended up not giving it to him. I just gave him a book on Einstein instead. What are you supposed to write in a card to someone who is spending their first birthday (54th to be exact) without their spouse?
I think he preferred the book. Something to occupy his time. I felt very sad for him today. I'm back at the house right now, and slowly but surely everyone that was at dinner tonight is going to leave the house and he will be right back where he was: alone. Alone on his birthday. ...I hope that's where the 561 page book on Einstein's life and "universe" will hopefully come in... Happy Birthday Daddy.
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