This wasn’t a happy birthday memory at all. Most of this actually happened on the day before my birthday.
Before scrapbooking I was heavily into stamp collecting & used to go to a monthly meeting. It was the 9th of July 2005 and one of the leaders wasn’t there- he is usually at every meeting so it was rather strange. The meeting went ahead as normal & at 4pm I was waiting for my mom to come and pick me up, she ran into the room and quietly told one of the other leaders that he had been killed and was now dead. When she came out of the back room after telling the other leader she told me.
The hardest task was actually going to come the following afternoon (July 10th 2005) as I was now chaperoning 8 of my fellow club members down to a camp for the week. (I was taking the place of the leader that had been killed), luckily the other leader had an all access pass to the airport so was able to take us right to the plane and explain to the staff what had gone on the previous day.
Needless to say my birthday was rather overlooked that year by all these events