It is my birthday. Same day every year. I generally don't do much special but this year I remember my sister who will not have another and it is more than bittersweet. I have reminders. We all took things that would help salve the the loss. Inanimate things that somehow might remind us of the best, most dear memories. The things that might help us remember all that she was and all that she loved. I took things and I took pictures, and there is still emptiness in all the reminders.