On the 5th March 2000 at 5.15am my son was born asleep. Every year I wake at 5.15 to wish him a happy birthday and then try to ignore the hurt through the day. Today was no different, except for the first time in 20 years, I haven't had a text, a message anything from family and friends. I guess time does heal or I'm such a dick the rest of the year that no one gives it a thought
I'm sure time heals for other people, but it'll always be a part of your life. It's touching that you have your own moment, that means more than the words of anyone else mate.