Today, October 7, 2014 is Bruce's 60th birthday. Of course, as my daughter pointed out, Bruce would have told me that dead people do not have birthdays. But I woke up with an uneasiness, and later when I thought about it, realized that I felt sad. Yes, lots of time has passed and in February - I will have been widowed 6 years. But these dates still mean something and seem to prompt an acknowledgement.
I have always been one to acknowledge birthdays. I do not remember much about birthdays when I was a child except for the fact that I always had a green cake for St. Patrick's Day. But as an adult-birthdays are important. They represent a way of celebrating another. So if someone in my circle does not want to celebrate-I do it for them. I love the people in my life and I am grateful that they share my planet. When the day rolls around - I try to express in some way how much I appreciate that person. Which brings me back to Bruce and this special day. Does it really matter that he is not here? He has left his foot print, and no one and no fact can erase that.
So today I celebrate him, his life and his contribution to the world. He made us laugh, his generosity was endless and he was very important to me.
Happy Birthday my dear dear soul mate. You are missed.