"RoseGarden" - - - - - - - from - nscave

Today would have been my wife's birthday. I suppose it still is, she has been gone for a little over nine months and none of these days are the same anymore. This was one of the dates I always managed to remember faithfully. The other was our anniversary.

There were never any big parties, no fancy celebrations, but it was always a very special day. It always started one minute past midnight where I always waited to say "Happy Birthday, hon, I love you!". There was always a dozen roses for my Rose, a birthday cake, and later in the day the family would come around with their gifts.

She would always pass it off as just another day but I think she realized it was a special day for us as well as for her. Her favourite poem was always footprints, and last year her final birthday gift from me was a footprints pendant. Unfortunately she only got to wear it a couple times, for eight days after her birthday we found out she had cancer. Two and a half months after that it took her away from us.

People say life goes on, and you should move on, start new things, get out around and keep your mind clear. My mind is clear, certain things are etched in it forever and that will never change. 

"Happy Birthday, hon, I love you!".

-=One Day At A Time=-

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