Today would have been Ingrid's 49th birthday. I'm sure that she would have gorged on cake, probably taken a bike ride, partied with her friends in the Bay Area, and laughed with me when I told her (as I did every year) that no matter what she would always be older than I.
I wish that were still true.
Happy birthday, Ingrid. I miss you.
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