Happy Birthday

 

The birth of a child, the birth of a grandchild and

the death of a loved one

There are days that are filled with more memories than others, the days that stand out among others.

I choose to remember the birth. The death of a child is something that never leaves, it stays with you every day, the loss is more that I can even begin to explain. And I cry every time I see, read or hear about someone loosing their child, I understand and live the journey they are going to go through every day.

 
But the birth?  That's an amazing thing, a little guy created by two people, my god what an amazing day that was.  Watching him grow into a young man, remembering the things (both good and bad) that he did, smoking sticks in the back yard, the bicycles, the skateboards, the in line skates, riding bitch with me every chance he got (until it became "I'm too old for that") riding his dirt bike down the street, the look in his eyes when he got on his first Harley, the comments he made when he was "forced" to ride bitch yet one more time after his Harley broke down and we pulled into Sonic (he couldn't get off the back fast enough), the tears when he experienced the birth of his own child and the look in his eyes, and the conversation we had the last time we were together.

While May 28, 2013 will never leave me and I will always remember it, I would rather celebrate, laugh, share the memories and remember the things that made him who he is on October 29th instead.

May 28th will just have to be a "re-birth" day.