HAPPY, NOW SAD

           

Today was one of the happiest days of my life forty-six years ago. Today, it’s one of the saddest days of my life. It is the forty-sixth birthday of my youngest son. For the first time in all those years, I will not be making dinner for him nor will I be making a German chocolate cake.

          I’ve sent him a happy birthday emoji and wished him a wonderful day and a terrific year. I’ve wished him happy birthday on Facebook. He’s responded with a thank you. Later today I’ll call and talk to him if he answers his phone.

          Undoubtedly, I could go on for paragraphs or even pages about how or why our relationship has reached the stage at which it’s plateaued, but what would be the point. Undoubtedly, we are both to blame for the current status and it’s unlikely it will change any time soon.

          So, I’ll continue with my day, a day like any other now, and concentrate on the memories made in the years past as I attempt to not lament the potential of making new ones.