A Birthday (in absentia)
On this very day, many many years ago, a young girl who was given the name of Dawn and would - not so many years ago - become my friend, my girlfriend, my best friend, my fiancé, and my wife was born. Unfortunately, Dawn is no longer a physical part of the corporeal world and no one who loved her can celebrate this day of her birth with her. Yet, despite Dawn's own ambivalence to people who celebrated "heavenly birthdays," it does seem necessary to me (and, perhaps, for me) to use this date on a calendar to remember my wife. Memory, of course, is strange. Memories of important events get tied to other random events in some quantum entanglement that makes no sense and all the sense in the world at the same time. Dawn's birthdate, of course, is no different. March 30th literally is a week after spring has sprung. It is usually (but not this season) a few days before Major League Baseball opens the season. It is in the middle of March Madness - where Storrs Connecticut b...