I've never been one to spend a lot of time on the anniversaries of death. It became much harder when I lost my son. His birthday is much more special to me. This year he would have been 16 and it was particularly hard. Even after all these years, my Mom, my Sister and my best friend still call to check on me. They don't talk about my son unless I bring it up, but I know why they were calling. It hugs my heart to know that they still love him too.