Dad lit the candles on his heart-shaped cookie cake, the lights dimmed and trembling voices began singing happy birthday. Everyone saw how happy she was with my father sitting next to her holding her hand and all eyes were on the happy couple. A box of tissues was passed around the room and I imagine it must have been bittersweet for my mother to witness; however she seemed very happy as she looked around the room. Everything began to move in slow motion. In those 20 seconds I knew that my family and friends were there for her. Not because he was dying, simply because it was his birthday and birthdays don't celebrate life