The Important Dates

(Other than that date.)

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A few months after Andrew passed away, his eighth birthday rolled around. As a family, we weren’t sure what to do. Do we celebrate? Bury ourselves in our beds? Ignore it? Ignoring it didn’t feel right but celebrating didn’t either. As a 13-year old, I decided we would have a party and I would make a cake. Our family gathered at my aunt and uncle’s house. I don’t remember if we sang “Happy…