Today, I got an invitation to a baby’s first birthday party.
The party is on the first anniversary of my son’s death.
I can’t bring myself to go, and I plan to tell the mother why. The mother who sent a group text announcing this baby’s birth on the night of January 30th, and all through the day on the 31st the group sent her congratulations messages, which tore up my phone in mass numbers.
I got these texts as I was saying goodbye to my son. I know she had no way of knowing that, but I will forever hate group texts for this. I will forever silently resent that she caused me this pain, though she does not know it and never will.
Happy first birthday, baby girl. I’m sorry to miss your special day, but it’s a special day for my son as well, and I need to be there to remember him.