We are together, all of us.

“Tomorrow is a special day”, I say.
“What day is it?” she asks.
“It’s the day that George became spirit.”
“Oh yeah!” she flashes her big smile at me, and remembers.  “July 22.  That means it’s my birthday in 9 days.”  A fact she will never forget.  
“It really is a special day,” she declares.  “What are we going to do for him?”

We begin to list off the possibilities.  

• Build an altar
• Wear only black, white, or gray with jeans
• Go to McDonalds for breakfast
• Find a bacon-wrapped-hot dog stand, or a Primanti Bros-style sandwich
• Dine on grilled cheese -- or upgrade to sushi since I’m off dairy
• Take her new roller-shoes out for a spin
• Buy a bouquet of stargazer lilies
• Make art
• Dance

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