No, my birthday in Hawaii was most excellent. Best one in years, right after the 51 hour party.
A friend's sister lost her little baby girl early this morning. An online friend, but one whom I have been communicating with for several years now. I interact with her more than I do with family. Watching the pregnancy, the excitement, the birth and the subsequent struggle with health problems made this child very dear to me.
The little girl was named Evvie, short for Evelyn. Which is my mom's name, by coincidence. Mom died a few years back, soon enough I still get misty this time of year. Today is her birthday, she would have been 87. I know dad misses her. I wanted to go see him today, but I can't make the walk (insert usual list of physical complaints). So, I am sad and weepy on two counts. Evvie and Evelyn and Dad. Three?
If I believed in an afterlife and heaven and all that, I could say something mushy about Mom looking after the newest little angel. But I don't. But I could see it, Mom would be right there for her.