Getting Old Tastes Good

46 years ago, today, fate, and my parents, made me exist. I'd like to believe it was a net gain. Some might argue.

I can't help but think about and miss my Mom. My Father, sweet sisters, wonderful girlfriend and her family, have been good to me, though. So much so that I almost feel guilty. After sweets and birthday wishes, I came home to a couch full of birthday cards... and a buttermilk pie in my fridge. They know what I like.