Birthdays are funny
Another year around the sun! Yay!
We start with celebrating the birthdays. The first birthday, then the fifth, the tenth and so on.
The nature of the celebrations varies, of course. The baby does not care about the birthday to begin with. The baby does not know that it's their birthday which is being celebrated!
With time they start caring more. About the cake, the return gifts, the theme, and so on.
Till they don't. Till birthday parties become cringe. And not cool anymore. When the cool thing to do is to hangout with your friends. Or something else.
You spend enough time on this planet, you're not sure what are you supposed to celebrate anymore.
You start losing people. Your friends, siblings. Your people. Not your parents. Not your uncles, or aunts. Your people.
And then, I don't know how that feels. It must feel your heart with impending gloom. You must look back at your life and think.
I want you to know you lived a good life. It was your birthday yesterday. I don't know how you're feeling now, Dad. You lost your sister recently. I don't know how you're feeling now. I hope you're good. Or will be, soon. I love you.