Happy Birthday from me too.
After my parents, aunt and sister died, there was no-one left to remember my birthday, except one old school-friend, as DH didn't consider birthdays important and honestly did not understand why I "made a fuss about them"- so I tried to get used to the thought that my birthday was no longer important, but that does not mean I am not important.
Last November, DH died shortly before my birthday, and I decided I would celebrate it, as sitting at home feeling sad because it was my first birthday as a widow just wasn't what I wanted for my birthday,
I was fortunate by sheer change to find a ballet matinee on the very day - and had a lovely afternoon watching The Sleeping Beauty surrounded by an audience mainly composed of little girls and their parents and or grandparents. It was marvellous.
So please, all you birthday girls who either are alone or surounded by loved ones who do not remember that your birthday matters to you, because theirs doesn't to them, please do buy yourself something YOU REALLY DO WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY - every year to remind yourself that you are important.
My grandmother, widowed when my mother was nine months called her wedding anniversary "Our home's birthday" and celebrated it every year rather than allowing herself to dwell on the husband she had lost, although I am sure he always was in her mind on that day, but shifted the focus slight to what she had, rather than what she had lost.
We can do the same: our birthdays can be the celebration of all the good things we have if we let them.