SanDiego Son, <P>I have to tell you something wierd. My birthday is April 20th and I live in Colorado. On my birthday a few years ago, we also crouched around the TV watching as our children were killed in Columbine High School. It seemed so surreal--and so inappropriate to celebrate. <P>There was part of me that of course wanted to enjoy the fun of celebrating "ME", but how can you eat cake and watch people who have been killed, parents who are grieving, and police officers risk their lives? It's too wierd.<P>So, although I know it is your birthday, I also know that today you may not feel much like celebrating. Furthermore, as the rest of us move on with our lives--not that we really forget but we move on--you will be forever reminded, every year, that on your birthday this tragic event happened. Today you may feel shook up, but next year and the year after that, if you don't feel like birthday hats and noisemakers, I suggest you do what I do. Celebrate that you are alive. Experience the joy of life. Remind yourself that you have the priviledge of being with those you love who love you: your children, your friends, and/or your family. <P>Then have a piece of cake, open presents, and try to have a big party on the weekend. <P>Happy Birthday, SanDiego Son. Even though it has been a sad day, we are happy that you are here and that we have the chance to know you and celebrate you.<P>{{{{{SanDiego Son}}}}}<P><BR>CJ<P>------------------<BR>Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
