Most people will tell you that you definitely shouldn't text your ex on their birthday. Here’s why I respectfully disagree!
He died 12 days before my 18th birthday in November 1977. He was 54. Too young to die as he buried many rich stories about his heroics in World War Two. Fortunately, my mom and many uncles and some of my dad's friends filled in a few stories he found painful to discuss. So why...