Today is my birthday. September 2nd. Having a birthday is great of course and I love it. I always take the day off and I have already received so many great gifts and I made reservations at a delicious new restaurant. But my birthday isn't just mine alone, my Dad and I have the same exact birthday.
My Dad passed away last December. It's been a really hard year, although I probably don't need to tell you that. It's been a lot of learning, a lot of crying and breakdowns. The strange thing is that I don't remember it very well. Normally I have an amazing memory but this year? Not so much. People keep telling me things over and over and I am still surprised to hear them. You wrote a book? That's amazing! Then I see the look of confusion on their face and I realize I already knew that. It's ok though, people are really nice and they understand for the most part. I'm calling it "My Year of Crazy" and I get to be as weird and sad as I want and no one can do anything about it.
So today, this is what I hope. I hope that I can enjoy my birthday and use it as a time to remember the good memories. For the rest of my life, I will share a birthday with my Dad, there will never be a year when it is my day alone and I don't want to be upset about it. I want to be happy about it. I am stating my intentions and expecting my brain to follow along in this plan. It might not be so easy this first year but with practice I think it will get better.
Happy Birthday Dad.