We never celebrated my father's birthday; he hated holidays. He had a father from hell that for sure would never have let him celebrate birthdays or any holiday probably, so that is why he was that way, I bet.
I never even did stick around for my high school graduation, so no, I never celebrated it either. I left town the last day I had classes and never looked back, except to visit occasionally.
My husband's funeral. Nope, missed that too. It was all arranged by his P.O.A. and she failed to inform me of anything. There was a notice in the paper, but which paper? Which day was it in there? I missed it and I missed the funeral. The P.O.A. knew where I was. She could have made a small gesture. She later came to give me the remainder of the funeral fund. She handed it to me personally. So she knew how to find me. She also handed me his obit then too. And the Funeral card.
So, yeh, I missed a few other things too.
Interesting point about my father. He let us celebrate all our birthdays and holidays, just would not let us celebrate his! I seriously have thought he was PTSD for years. He never talked about his experiences in WWII, did not much talk about what his father did to him, though he did say what his father did to his mother. He drank, I think, to ease the emotional pain he had to have suffered in all those things. He would get angry a lot. Especially at us kids, he would get angry about noise. He hated Christmas too, of course.
Anyway, yeh, celebrations in my house were never what they should have been.
At least though, my husband was a celebrant of things many. I have lots of holiday memories to cherish.