\nI’ve never made a big thing of my own birthdays, quite happy to let them slip by – if people remember fantastic, if not I don’t mind. I get a bit flustered by being the centre of attention (I know, who’d have thought that then?!) and sometimes the thought of getting another year older made me sad.
\nBUT. NOT. ANYMORE!
\nToday is MY BIRTHDAY! I’ve made it, I’ve reached another one. I AM GETTING OLDER! I wasn’t expected to – but I have. Thanks to the amazing gift of an incredible stranger, I get to share another day with my beautiful family and friends, to receive cards, presents and birthday wishes, to be sung to and to sing.
\nAnd then into the midst of these thoughts and celebrations comes the gentle reminder that there is a family out there who don’t get to do this for their loved one, anymore; who don’t get to sing or buy presents or flowers for their mum and I’m not sure how to feel about it – it’s the bitter to my sweet. So all I can do is once again offer my thanks, prayers and thoughts to my donor family. And the repeated promise that she will never be forgotten or taken for granted, she will be remembered, thanked, talked about. She is in my every breath.
\nToday is my birthday.<\/p>\n
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