Today would have been your 62nd birthday. Is it odd to for me to still celebrate? How could I not? Your birth date is important to me. It means you were born, you lived, and most importantly, you loved – me.
Today I remember how we used to celebrate special dates like this. Of course dinner out and some decadent dessert would have to happen. Though we did these things often anyway, when we celebrated a special occasion, we spared no expense. I love you for teaching me that it was okay and even good to go overboard sometimes. We never worried how that bill would get paid, because it would .. if not sooner, definitely later!
It is hard not to feel sad that you are no longer here to celebrate this day together, but somehow I feel that maybe you are because of the energy you create around me. This is your day always. You have no idea (maybe you do) how much I love you. I get to say without you telling me that I’m wrong, “I love you more.”
Happy birthday my love, until we meet again,