Today would have been Jennifer's 38th birthday.
Yesterday, I left her a birthday card on her grave. She's probably somewhere, watching, laughing, that it took her dying for me to bring her a card.
I keep getting "Thank-you's" for all of the notes I am writing... often it seems that note arrives at a time when it is desperately needed. I seriously underestimated the impact of taking a moment to write someone a note just to say that they are being though about for a moment.
I know that I am so excited to find a note in my mailbox these days. Jennifer taught me something after all.
At this point, a little over two months in, and I have 30 notes left to go.
Happy birthday, Jen, and thank you from the bottom of my heart. I miss you more than I even thought possible.
