For the last eight years, my friend Gina and I give a birthday party for my departed son Timmy. We hold it at the cemetery, weather permitting. That may seem weird, but it is a way of celebrating and acknowledging his birth and his time spent here. We usually have a picnic, wear birthday hats and do silly things. To me, in the now, it is important to develop good memories and activities, to offset the pain and loneliness of missing him . I know he stands close to me often, for I feel of his spirit,or he communicates his presence by a familiar song that seems to play at odd times. I feel good sometimes knowing I have moved through some of the horrific pains of his death and rectified enough to move along. But I miss him, and feel glad for that, because I always want to miss him, because I love him so much. At present I can always bring myself back to the fact that he is doing so well on the other side and I'm sure he feels some sense of contentment knowing we can move forward with our lives. Happy 27th Birthday Timmy!
(Do you think people refer to him as "Timmy" still?)
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