Life, love and loss

By Kerri Sackville
Updated May 31 2013 - 7:08pm, first published November 12 2012 - 4:00am
"My daughter's birthday will forever be linked to her aunty's death, and occasionally that makes me sad" ... Kerri Sackville
"My daughter's birthday will forever be linked to her aunty's death, and occasionally that makes me sad" ... Kerri Sackville

I can never remember my youngest daughter's birthday. I know it's in late November, but which date? The 25th, 26th, 27th or 28th? It always escapes me. And it's maddening because I remember everybody else's birthdays, easily. I remember my own, my husband's, my two older kids', my parents', and most of my friends'. I recall anniversaries and special occasions. My memory is brimming with useless facts. And yet every time I need to recall my daughter's birthday, I have to do so by counting forwards. My sister died on November the fifth, and my daughter was born exactly three weeks later, so by adding 21 days to five I know that her birthday must be November the 26th.

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