Today is my Mother's 76th birthday!
Brian played "hookey" from school and the two of us and my sister, Bean, spent the day with Granny.
In just three days, it will be the 2 year anniversary of my Father's death. He had a massive stroke in bed the morning of my Mom's birthday - and was gone three days later. The irony of her losing her husband on her birthday (not technically - but basically, he was gone that night) - and me losing my son on my birthday is not lost on us.
Over the years (the many, many years that they were married!), my Dad would often bring home a single rose for my Mom. Sometimes for a reason - like her birthday - and sometimes for no reason at all. Today she wanted to visit his gravesite and we went along.
She left him two roses...
...one for each of them.
I asked Brian while we were still at the cemetery, "What do you think Pop's doing right now?"
He replied, "I think he's playing with Mom-Mom." Just as we turned to each other to smile, thinking of Pop playing with my Mom's Mother... he added, "And playing catch with Gavin!"
After the cemetery, the four of us went to lunch at a restaurant that was very special to my Mom and Dad. Granny insisted on treating, which is very rude to do on your own birthday - but its hard to argue with the matriarch.
As each birthday goes by, I hope my Mom is able to remember every single rose...every single laugh...every single happy memory of every single year she spent with my Dad.
Tomorrow morning, my Mom and sister will join me at my monthly ultrasound where we will all see beautiful, miraculous images of the Hope in my belly. Reminding us all that even though death is inevitable...hope, and new life are always around the corner.
Happy Birthday, Granny!! We love you so, so much.