When my father turned 43, he had one of the best birthdays of his life. 30 years later he had the worst and last birthday of his life. I am trying hard to remember the good birthday 30 years ago. And feel lucky I got to experience and remember it. Today on his birthday, I am going to the cemetery almost 2 years after his death for the third time, save for the funeral. I do not know what it is. But I think it is wrong to only remember and "celebrate" his death. I want to remember. Remember the good birthdays. The good days. Because we had a lot of those. I want to remember.