I hold back tears as I say to friends "my brother's birthday is on Thursday."
And in the recesses of my memory I can hear his voice saying "hey Les" and I wonder if that memory will fade over time and I won't be able to recall the sound of his voice.
And in that moment my heart breaks all over again.
And an enormous chasm of grief takes over.
There is just something about birthdays.
I eagerly anticipate the celebration of my family members when their day roles around.
With my kids I always say "stop growing!" I cannot believe you are already a year older, where has all of the time gone?
Yet instead of thinking that today, "I cannot believe you are already a year older",it is more of a "would have been" day. I would have given him a call. I would have listened to the Gra…