Today, October 20 would have been my husband’s 37th birthday. As you read this, I’ll be about 2300 miles from home allowing the sun, sand, blue water and wind to have their way with me. The idea of tackling yet another “first” made me sick to my stomach. I knew that I would not be ok if I didn’t do something a bit outside the box during the period surrounding his birthday.
I’ve always loved my birthday. Growing up as an only child, my parents always went above and beyond to make sure that my day was extra special. When I met my husband in high school, he didn’t quite have the same love for his birthday. Say what??? Hmph, so it became my mission to make him love it. I started right away by decorating his locker when we were in 12th grade. Got ’em and he was a birthday fool after that!
Throughout the years, we celebrated most holidays rather modestly, regardless of our financial picture. But, when it came to birthdays, we tended to give those a little extra pizzazz. Before his passing, I had not yet made any concrete decisions regarding what to do for his birthday, but knowing that it would be on a Saturday, I toyed with the idea of a weekend away. After his death in June, my birthday in July and our anniversary in September, I was firmly set to travel for his birthday. I could not bear the thought of the encroaching sadness for a day he would never get to enjoy.
Day by day, I exist by counting the seconds and minutes until an hour has passed, then another and another. I’ve been grieving and pressing forward in my own way. This weekend, I’m embracing the peace of getting away and breathing. I’ve not “stopped” for very long since June and I haven’t allowed the stillness to settle into my being. I have no agenda bar the single activity that I will do as a salute to my hubby. He had a love for motorcycles and ATV’s, so I’ll be off-roading on an ATV as a birthday shout out to him. I surely wish that we were riding together, but I’ll have to settle for his memories.