When I was younger I used to think it was weird when people celebrated the birthdays of people who’d passed away. It’s seemed macabre and unfun, two things a birthday shouldn’t be. Today we celebrated Mimi’s first birthday without her. It was sad, heart wrenchingly so. I hated every moment of it as much as I loved it. After feeling so alone in my grief for so many months, today felt like the first time in ages that I could cry as hard as I wanted in front of whoever saw me freely. The first time in ages I could...