Tuesday June 23, 1998.
He could feel a gentle breeze on his face as he walked up to see her. His hands clutched the flowers he'd brought for her. June 23rd had fallen on a Wednesday in 1971, the year she was born. The old nursery rhyme said Wednesday's child was full of woe. It was true in her case. How could it not be, with an alcoholic father who taught her more about gambling than life and couldn't help her when she really needed him. Tears slid down his care worn face as he placed the flowers on her grave.
"Happy Birthday Cath."
