A Special Mile Marker: 33
9 years ago, my sister died from ovarian and cervical cancer. The time from her diagnosis to passing was 6 months. She was 33 years old. As I approached this notch on the belt, I couldn’t help to think about how young my sister was when she died. At my own 33, their is so much left to be done, so many adventures to be had with my loved ones and friends, so many more races to run.
So, I’m going to go against the grain for my birthday:
I’m 33. I’m still young. I am happy its my birthday. And I’m going to celebrate it like I mean it. Sake bomb anyone?