This is a Really Real Window Post.
Today is Parker’s birthday.
I feel like I should write a big commemorative post, except, I’m not sure what I would say.
This is the 3rd birthday she hasn’t been here to celebrate.
The birthday before she died, she was in the psych unit and we had to celebrate a week late. That same day she broke her ankle.
She was in a cast from having ankle surgery 6 months later when she died.
I find that my memories are fading quicker than I’d like them to. This is why I hate not having pictures. (Take the damn picture, get in the damn picture.) I have a bad memory to begin with and now there are very few people who still discuss the memories we had. Memories fade. Something I never believed when people first told me after she died.
She would have been 41 today. But she’s forever frozen in time.
We don’t get to make new memories.
We don’t get to fight and piss each other off.
We don’t get to joke about how 41 is worse than 40, because now she’s OVER 40.
We don’t get to make each other happy.
We don’t get to share a life.
I still miss her even though my memories are fading. I still miss getting her balloons or cheesecake each year.
I miss seeing the smile on her face the year that Draven came home from his dads on her birthday. She felt like it was the best present in the world to have him back after 2 months.
She loved him.
She loved me.
And we loved her.
Today we are supposed to be celebrating her. Showering her with love. Filling her feed up with birthday wishes.
She acted like she hated the attention and hoopla while at the same time wondering why she didn’t get a whole birthday week.
Her mom would be baking her a cake the next time we went to see her. I wonder what her mom does to commemorate the occasion now. I miss her too.
Today is my ghost wife’s birthday.
Happy Birthday, Parker!