I remember how excited I was for April 23 to come in the years past….my birthday, the day where I did nothing and was waited on hand and foot while being showered with numerous hugs and kisses. Now the day is just a horrible reminder of what is coming My father’s angel date is 1 week to the day of this “blessed event” and Dustin’s is 1 month. So how can I enjoy this day. I hate to see it come. There is nothing special about that day to me. I know my friend and family don’t understand how I feel and I also realize how difficult talking to me on this day is.. What can they say? .Happy Birthday. Nope Corrina’s not happy. Merry birthday…well that’s just stupid and I am far from merry… Birthday wishes? That works….they try so hard to find the right words to say. I don’t have the heart to tell them I no longer believe in wishes either. I have made so many wishes and none of them have come true. Yesterday’s wish was to just….SEE my son, I want to see what he looks like as a teen. I did everything possible to fall asleep early. I just knew he would come to me in my dreams, after all that was my birthday wish. Morning came just like all the others…..without him. I am so sad today I can’t help but just sit and cry. I miss him so much. I feel so alone today, truly alone