Today, 21 years ago, I was born.
Today, 21 years ago, I was saved before I knew I needed to be.
Today, 21 years ago, my parents knew they would love me for the rest of my life.
And theirs.
Today, 21 years later, one of them is missing.
And today, I didn't think she'd be gone.
No more mama birthdays; homemade cake that people talk about for weeks after my party.
The amazing transformation of our house into a Christmas wonderland.
The tree lit and glowing in the night, the whole house looking like it came directly out of a Christmas catalog that would put even Martha Stuart to shame.
Happy Birthday to me? No, it doesn't feel like it.
Maybe next year will be a bit easier. Maybe.
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