and she's not here to see it or celebrate it. It's her first birthday since she died in January. Her name is Mick and she gracefully and bravely gave up her 2.5 yearlong fight with Ewing's sarcoma on January 9, 2007. I can't get over the fact that we are all growing and changing physically but she will always be in a box in the ground looking exactly the same as I last saw her. Her days of growing and laughing and smiling with her huge smile are gone, and it's still heard to wrap my head around that.
I guess that's all there is to say.