The sad side of birthdays

No matter how old you are, having a birthday regresses you to childhood. To the shiny new bike, or whatever it was you wanted. The cake with candles, being made a fuss of. And of course when you were a child, your parents were usually the ones masterminding the fuss which was made.

Which is why, when you have lost both of your parents, birthdays are forever after tinged with a tiny pang of regret.

On my birthday I will be thinking about Mum and Dad. James Russell (1922-1997) and Maureen Russell (1931-2010). Thank you for giving me a birthday in the first place. I think of you both every day. You helped me to love stories, books and writing and made so many big and small sacrifices. Miss you always. xxxx

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