yesterday was my daughter's 9th birthday. I don't hate birthdays, but her's I'm not too fond of. She is a twinless twin. Half of her isn't here. Her twin died just 36 hours or so before birth. Her birthday is a bittersweet day for me. I am so happy that she is growing, and maturing, living. Yet, I am so sad that her other half, her twin, quit living, growing, maturing, 9 years ago. He should be here, by her side. Not buried in the cemetery 3 miles away.