Monday, August 24, 2009
Here we are again . . .
Summer is winding down and everyone is busy with school starting. Walmart's aisles are filled with overwhelmed parents and active children as pens, notebooks, and markers are tossed into shopping carts.
I wish I had a seventeen-year-old, wanting an over-priced binder and new clothes to wear to school. I wish that I had one more kid to send off in the mornings. One more child to ask each afternoon, "What happened at school today ?" so that I could hear him say, "Nothing."
Daniel would be seventeen tomorrow, starting his senior year of high school.
Instead of wishing him a good day, I will visit the grave and brush the twigs off of his headstone. Instead of buying him an iPod or a new cell phone, I'll purchase colorful helium balloons to send off into the blue sky.
On the attached note, I'll write as I have every year, Miss you, Daniel. So happy that you came into my life. I love you always. ~Mommy.
I wish I had a seventeen-year-old to sing Happy Birthday to.
Instead, it will be another birthday without him.
Seems after thirteen years of watching balloons lift into the summer air, I would be calloused and used to this. But every birthday, it breaks another piece of my heart.