I wish I knew her birthday. I’m surprised I don’t. She might have been the first and last person who ever meant anything to me who I didn’t get it or remember it.
Mine is the day before I wrote condolences. Which is probably why I was reflecting.
I wish I knew her birthday. I’m surprised I don’t. She might have been the first and last person who ever meant anything to me who I didn’t get it or remember it.
Mine is the day before I wrote condolences. Which is probably why I was reflecting.