I used to hate my birthday. I was nearly convinced my birthday was cursed. It started when I was had turned 11 in 1971. Our family used to watch a TV western called Alias Smith and Jones and my favorite character was Hannibal Hayes played by Pete Duel.
I remember that birthday because the news came on that Pete Duel had died by suicide. I tell you I cried for days after that. So for me began watching the news each birthday to see who would pass away on my birthday. People I remember Rick Nelson, Natalie Cole, and Betty White to name a few. Thinking about it now, as I’m older it seems silly. God is the giver and finisher of life. My birthday is not cursed. God brought me into the world on December 31st 1960 and that is good enough for me!
