So, I left chat earlier with full intentions upon going to the pub and getting totally shit-faced in order to forget that my birthday was upon us. On the contrary, I unknowingly ran into a bunch of brothers from NFD. My Platoon was having their XMas party and since I just so happened to show up, I was invited. We ate steak and drank beer. At midnight, we did Jameson shots to ring in my birthday, it was kind of nice. For a split second, i didn't worry about being single, I didn't worry about not having a lot of friends, all I worried about was my brothers around me and all of up having a good time.
When I got home, I looked on the kitchen table and say a card from my mother. Before I even read it, I began to cry. Could this be, partially, from the drinking? Yes. Either way, I began to cry and read the sweetest card. She said, in part, "Happy birthday to a good man and a wonderful son." I can't stop crying over that. I don't know why.
I love my mother and miss my father. It's very hard to be alone right now.
When I got home, I looked on the kitchen table and say a card from my mother. Before I even read it, I began to cry. Could this be, partially, from the drinking? Yes. Either way, I began to cry and read the sweetest card. She said, in part, "Happy birthday to a good man and a wonderful son." I can't stop crying over that. I don't know why.
I love my mother and miss my father. It's very hard to be alone right now.