Eleven years ago today, my brother had a heart attack. I've posted about it before. He was 23 years old and the picture of health.
It changed my life and it changed my appreciation of family.
So, every year on this day I send him a note saying, "Happy heart attack day. I'm so glad you're still alive."
He sends me one back that says, "Thanks :) I'm enjoying being alive. Being alive is good."