06/19/08
Some things you just do not do. One is forget your wife’s birthday. I did.
You say how can you not know what day it is when you write in your journal with a calendar facing you on the wall? Afterall you can lose connection between the date and what that date represents. Time has become a blur for me. If the church bells didn’t ring all day Sunday and I didn’t go to church, I wouldn’t know a new week started.
Maybe it is Mary’s fault. On the calendar is written all the birthdays of members of our host Samoan family, various relatives, and friends, but none of our children or her own. (How’s that was stooping low?)
If forgetfulness is a sin, then a sin can be forgiven. Mary has forgiven me many times before. I ask for one more absolution.
Happy Belated Birthday, Mary. I love you.
P.S. My birthday is November 28th.
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bla bla bla ....what a loser. Why should anyone care when your birthday is.......you get what you give! "Happy birthday Mary"
Your lucky Mary cant throw a rock that far.
Benjamin
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