Honestly speaking, a lot has changed in the last one and a half years. Amazing how a certain loss can change you completely. According to one of my friends, I have become a better person since I lost my son. I would like to hope so, but I am definitely more tolerant and I no longer take problems that seriously. While I used to cry a lot over the smallest of problems, I now believe that there is nothing worse than losing a child. And with this thought, I know I can get through any problems that will come my way.
And so I will be officially 37 years old in a few minutes. Scary.
As far as I can remember, I don't have birthday wishes. Perhaps even if I did, they were probably not from the heart. That's why I sometimes don't get what I want because I really don't ask for anything. But this year, there are only a couple of things that I want to ask for: for my family and friends to be safe and healthy and for my dear sister from another mother's dream to come true. I promised her that I would give her my birthday wish this year. So there you go.
I have not much to say actually. I am just basically blabbing.
But can I just say? It feels good to be 37.
Tintin version 3.7
Braver. Bolder. Fiercer.