What a putz I am.
Thirty-six days ago I missed a big day for someone.
Completely blew it off.
Selfish prick that I am in that regard.
Forty-five can be an emotionally heavy one, too.
Ask anyone who's been through it.
It's one of those that kinda sticks ya.
Stings a little.
But better than the alternative, they say.
Happy very belated Birthday to you.

Even little kids know about me.