Author Adelaide Green

Another birthday without you.

Another reminder of a year we won’t have together.

I am 31, officially into my early thirties.

You passed when I was 29.

Now a new decade that I won’t share with you.

My thirties will be the first years I have lived without you.

I keep saying its the first years you won’t know me

everyone says you do know me and did.

But isn’t part of being a human and aging mean you grow and change?

Life intent stagnant its always changing and we must change with it.

So no you won’t know who I am in my 30s just like I will never know who

you will be past the age of 65. The last two years you were sick you weren’t the same person I knew just a few years before.

I wish you could be here.

I wish you could watch me and my boys grow.

I miss you now as I suspect I will miss you always.