I was wondering about my husband's birthday. I always celebrate the day he was born. I am so grateful he was in my life. Our love goes on. I wonder if his death date is his new birthday - the day he was born into his new form without the pain and limitations of his sick body. I don't know. I bought him a cupcake and I'll light a candle for him. Last year I opened a poetry book I hadn't opened in years and found a note he'd written me that I didn't remember. It told me not to be insecure. Laughing - he wrote if I was insecure it would make him cry. He told me how much he loved and adored me. It felt like a birthday present for me on his birthday. I don't know if anything will happen this year.
I have been posting on grief sites. A way of saying Happy Birthday publicly as if somehow that means he will walk in the door and say, "Only kidding. I'm not really dead." I know that's not going to happen - but wouldn't it be splendid if it did! I'm going to tell a story about his birthday in storytelling class tomorrow. I know he's dead but I have my memories and my imagination. Without those the pain would be too great.
I hope his spirit is with me. I will keep believing that love survives death and that someday we will journey again together - or maybe we are journeying together right now.
Happy Birthday Artie. You're my heart. Always. I miss you. I love you. I'll do my best to make you proud.
we don't read or hear often enough how much a person's date of dying is a new birthday and new day of a new life..!ReplyDelete
best wishes ! <3
In Judaism we mark a person's date of death. That is the day that relates to the person's entire life, and not just the moment of his birth.ReplyDelete