So the anniversary of your death, your birthday and the day of your burial all came together in the awful November month, not to mention my birthday, too, which has been always sad since you are gone; I remember how you used to sing happy birthday to me in your beautiful voice; sometimes--more often than not----------it was just the two of us and there was no cake planned, and the bakery was closed, so you went out and brought a single big cupcake , put a candle in it, put out the light in the kitchen, and sang, just to me and FOR me, holding my hand...................Such a treasured memory, amongst many others...................I'll never stop loving you and missing you, until I am with you again.............................