I had feared that day for a while, and it was quite hurtful. First Bday in 5 years without my daughter. I tried to call her, but her mom blocked that. I sent voice messages, and after a little insistence she was at least allowed to send me back a message. At least something.
I had a good interview with an applicant in the morning. He might be just right for the team, what we needed. We'll see if he fits in and if he can handle the night shifts.
After that, Danny had invited me for lunch at his restaurant behind my bakery. Convenient. A couple of friends if mine were there, too, and even sang me happy birthday. I hate when people do that. It's not even a good song. But hey, they mean well.
The ramen was delicious. Based on mushroom broth. In the evening, I went to the jam session. My friend Dave had his birthday a couple of days before mine, so we both got celebrated by everyone - and again they sang.
I had friends come over, too. It was a good day, one could say, if it weren't for that excruciating heart ache. A sadness so profound it darkens everything else. And that's incredibly unfair, as everyone was so great to me. I tried to keep it away from them at least, and cried by myself from time to time throughout the day.
Ellie and Kami gave me a beautiful gift. A framed picture of Ellie and I from way back, the first one we ever took of the two and published. And one of Kami and Lily, hugging, smiling into the camera. "For the home we're going to have together."
That moment I did cry in front of someone. It was perfect.
I'm going to have lunch with their family now. Tomorrow is father's day, and they invited their father to Danny's restaurant. Then the German team plays at 3pm. Distractions are in place.
Have a good day!
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