It's funny how things work out sometimes. Birthdays are supposed to be happy, joyous occasions, a time to celebrate another year spent upon this Earth and all the experiences that come with it. It's a milestone, something to be proud of. I survived another year. I matured, advanced, aged some more. And yet here I am feeling depressed. Therapy session first thing in the morning, followed by news that my grandfather passed away. I really don't know what to say, yet there it is. My grandfather passed away on my birthday. What one hand giveth, the other taketh away. Here is another year of your life, but your grandfather isn't going to see another year of his. Again, I really don't know what to say. I don't think there really is anything else to say, except goodbye. I'll miss you.