She would have been 43 on January 17th. Instead of it being a day of happy birthdays! and can you believe we're this old? it's a day for memories and what could have beens. It's a day for thinking about her daughter (who is the age she was when she died) and the family she left behind. A day to think about happier times and sad ones too. The day she found out she was pregnant. The day she was diagnosed. All the days we sat around, drinking coffee and shooting the shit. The day I said goodbye.