Sometimes, for those of us with a melancholy disposition, a February birthday isn’t an unalloyed joy. This year, as mine comes around, I’m old enough to know I had better pay attention to the good times.
Life, however, intervened. She isn’t coming. Like many charismatic people, she’s manic, living through huge ups and downs. We understand. However, her absence left us at loose ends in what was supposed to be a cheerful mini-reunion. You need friends around for a good celebration. As the Beatles observed: “We get by with a little help from our friends.” If loss, distance or just a bout of depression keeps them away, a birthday may end up being kind of depressing.