I didn't have to call. There was no need for a card. I didn't have to shop for a gift or wrap a present. I didn't have to change my schedule or routine. I didn't have to worry about eating calorie-laden cake to celebrate. He would have been 38 years old today.
It's been nearly 5 years since that fateful Mother's Day that claimed his 33-plus years of life. And it's still hard. It's hard to imagine he's not around. It's still hard to think I'll never hear his voice on the other end of the phone. He had an unusual way of interrupting my day at the busiest of times--sometimes he had a problem; most times a joy to share. It's hard to listen to others complain about all the things they must to do ready themselves for a birthday, the expense, the inconvenience. I guess what I'm trying to say is be grateful for the moment you have today with a loved one. A child. Don't take for granted you will always have tomorrow to celebrate. You just never know. Cherish the conversations. Savor the time with one another. Let those little aggravations slide for awhile. And just be happy. selahV
