Last year I forgot my father's birthday. My mother has always been the one to remind me of his birthday, as I'm terrible with dates. Last year she was too busy contemplating killing herself. I felt aweful.
I did it again today.
I feel the same.
He's done so much for me in my life, including taking part in the act of giving me life, and I can't even remember a simple date and hence say a few kind words on the day.