I am struggling to find something to say today. We are crawling/rushing every closer to Sheila’s actual birthdate. I want to be able to feel joy, but it is hard to feel joyful when I miss her. I miss her presence. I miss her exuberance for life. I miss her exuberance for all things B I R T H D A Y!
“Mom, it’s my birthday. Don’t forget to sing Happy Birthday to me!” This is what she would be saying… if she was here with us. After all, she said it last year and the year before that and… Well, you get the picture. It was a staple in our household for the last, at least, ten years.
Her exuberance could be exhausting, but more often it was infectious. The rest of us would “catch” it and reflect it back to her and to others.
From her first birthday to her last and the ones in the future, she will not be physically present for…
She is in my thoughts every day.