There's always another one next year.
We also take for granted other people's birthdays. We're reminded of the days because they come up in conversation or there are events planned around them.
But we never actually remember their birth date until they're not around to celebrate them anymore.
Then it's a day we can never again forget.
For the first 21 birthdays of my life I never considered the fact that I had a cousin 3 weeks and 3 days younger than me, or another one 7 months and 16 days after mine.
For the first 21 birthdays of my life my birthdays were about me.
And only me.
Now they're reminders.
One more age he'll never reach.
Because, even though he would have been 29 today.
He's forever 21.