My aunt died the day my son was born; the literal day, 5 hours before he was born. Many of you might remember me talking about it. She was on hospice so it was really just a matter of when. I can honestly say I never processed her death. I'm aware of it, I know it happened but her funeral was the same time Eric got wheeled into the NICU....I never processed, I was focused on my family and child and wife. It feels awful to say, but it's like it didn't really happen, even tho it did. My son's birthday has never been darkened for me.