Today is my 71st birthday. I think that sounds so much older than 70, but my daughter says to tell people I am just a "skosh older than 70." I think I'll try that.
At one time, I blogged about LeRoy assuring me before he died that he would tell me every day he loved me. I have received those messages, many times, but actually in the sound of my own voice. Not that I ever doubted he loved me. I just longed to hear his voice.
When I awoke, I was thinking about all the people who have already wished me well -- Facebook, texts, phone calls, a card and gift. Then I distinctly felt LeRoy's arms around me with that signature hug, and heard him say "Happy birthday, honey." What a gift. I know it's sentimental and a little sappy, but it just meant the world to me. He IS here. Yet he is not. God is taking care of him and I can't. Best of all, I don't need to because he is well, and safe, and full of joy. Of that I am convinced.
Look up, friends.
I am so glad you got the gift, mom. I hope you get more as the days come and go. I admire your strength and honesty through all of this. I love you more every day, momma.
ReplyDeleteI just today took time to read your blogs from beginning to today...You are wonderful at getting across your feelings and helping others with ideas. Gee, have you thought about becoming a grief councelor? (sorry if its spelled wrong)
ReplyDeleteFor now, a cupcake and a short 'saying' would be nice to give a grieving person, say a month after their loved one's death. My mother calls friends of her friends who pass on the 1 month anniversary of the death and takes them out for lunch to give them a chance to talk...or not.
I'll keep looking up!
Kitty, that was a nice comment. I'm going to remember that bit about helping people around a month after their loss. All the company goes home, and the house gets pretty quiet.
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