Pax was born punctually on schedule on 3 January 1982 in Karachi, Pakistan (where I’d been teaching English with my first husband)
Pax is 38 today. Hard to believe. I imagine he’s medium height, average build, still with that smile and somewhat cheeky eyes.
But I don’t know for sure what an adult Pax looks like, and I don’t have any pictures of him beyond the age of 3 years and 5 months, as that’s the length of his too-short life.
A birthday is a time for celebration. It’s hard, when the one you are celebrating isn’t here any longer, in bodily presence at least. But the memories and the love lives on, and I hope you will join me in wishing Pax a happy birthday.