It’s here, another birthday. Another birthday without you. I’ve done this eleven times before – yet it never seems easier. This week of Easter feels like a never-ending birthday week. Although if you were here, how lucky would you be? Multiple days to celebrate you! But reality is it’s a period in time where I wish the world would stop. Where it seems like even the small things are too much to cope with at times. It’s a week where I simply shut down.
No matter how many years go by, there never feels like a “right” way to celebrate your birthday without you here. It feels wrong on every level, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, even my bones ache at the thought of celebrating your birthday without you. It should be a day of marking another year on your tree of life. Instead it marks another year trying to fill the gaping hole you left behind. Another year of wondering who you would have been. Another year of aching for you.
This week you should be turning twelve. TWELVE. Your voice would be just starting to change, it’s hard for me to wrap my mind around how that can be. Because I can hardly imagine what you would look like standing in front of me as a young man.
My son, my precious son; forever loved, forever missed, forever frozen in time. We should be celebrating your birthday – with you, alive. Not sending lanterns or balloons up to the sky, or letters to heaven. Not desperately looking for signs from you, not doing things in your memory and honor. We should be laughing with you, audibly belly laughing, laughing so hard we can not stop crying. I mean really, if you were here, you would know we are really laughing at you, we are just making you think we are laughing WITH you!
Instead, here I am wondering what your 12-year-old arms feel like wrapped around us when you squeeze us tight. We should know.
I can’t even wrap my mind around who you would have been; the growing and grown version of you. It’s your last year before your officially a teenager! I wonder if you would have a head of dirty blonde hair or locks of dark curls. Would you have the same captivating blue eyes that Julianna has, or the beautiful hazel eyes Joey and Jenn have. When I look at pictures, I can never tell.
Unfortunately my pictures of you will never change and grow like you should have. The memories I have of you are finite. And sometimes my memory of that day is fuzzy, it is a day I so desperately want to remember, but its locked away for safe keeping.
My life as I knew it ended with yours. A large part of me died with you. And I am not sure the new me (the me I am now in this new life I’ve built) will ever feel like I am truly whole. There are parts of the old me I liked better, the more focused, more driven me is part I sometimes miss. But this new me the parts that survived the wreckage, the parts I’ve been able to salvage – a whole lot of broken pieces trailing behind, that will never fit back together, no matter how hard I try. In-between those pieces I have finally figured out they are filled with the good parts of what I thought I would never find. Holding all of that broken together is joy, happiness, laughter and the knowledge that we never come out of trauma without scars we come out of it with new perspectives and an unwavering sense of what a gift each day is. The biggest thing bonding all of those cracks is LOVE.
While I don’t know what twelve years-old would look like on you. I don’t know what your voice would sound like, or how your hugs would feel. And that breaks my heart. I do know your love, and I know how big our love is together. I know your love is still here, carrying on, making an impact on me.
Your love is part of me, You’re a part of me. Wherever I go, you go. Always and forever. Nothing can separate us. Not time or space, not even death. You are my inspiration behind finding joy in everything we do, in having kindness and compassion for others.
So on our birthday, and every day, I will focus on just that. Unending love. I will soak it in, breath it in and let if lift me higher. I will continue to let love light the way because truthfully it is where we will find our peace.
Happy Birthday sweet Jody. You will forever be my greatest gift.