We celebrate birthdays because we’re lucky to be alive. Each day of every year is a gift. It’s the people we celebrate life with that matters, which is why I am thinking most of one person today, my Auntie Bea.
Today would have been her 81st birthday.
A year ago, my family celebrated with dinner. It was the final time we would all be together, but it was memorable for other reasons too. We laughed a lot, as we always did. I’ve never seen anyone more excited about eating ice cream than Auntie Bea that day. That just made us all laugh harder.
I miss her. My heart isn’t healed, nor will it ever be, but I feel her with me every day. There are little moments and big, but they all strike a pang in my heart and help me remember. I’m so thankful for all the wonderful memories that I can keep with me.
Celebrate birthdays, your own and those of the ones you love. Life is a gift and a birthday is a perfect way to remember that.
Auntie Bea, here’s hoping you have a huge bowl of ice cream and a VO and water, ice on the side.