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11/30/2004: "Another One"

She had a gift for celebration, and since she's been gone, the celebrations haven't been the same because nobody has quite had her gift. The secret is, when you celebrate someone every day, the once-a-year celebration has some real meaning. A birthday should be a day of grace, not a day of obligation; and grace is not just passed down from heaven, it is passed hand to hand. I was most honored this birthday by those who honor me every day; those who neglect me ordinarily did not convince me their motions today were anything but formalities. I was surprised by some who made an extra and unexpected effort towards me, and I got a surprise which may mean there's a delicate situation. The card I got reads, "A few of us would like to offer our sincere wishes for a happy birthday. The rest are just here for cake." To the sincere few, sincere thanks.