Today would have been my Goldie's twenty-first birthday. I don't have to wonder how we'd have celebrated; I know there would have been pizza, chocolate cake, candles and nursery rhymes. From her first birthday with us to her last, this is how she chose to celebrate.
Presents weren't really relevant to her, although if they had shiny paper or were exact duplicates of things she already had then they'd probably go down ok. People were important to her; her best present was your presence.
Well, now we're here and she's not, but her favourite pizza place still is, and so we had pizza for lunch on her behalf.
Happy Birthday, my beloved Pizza-Eater.