We remember each birthday with celebration, sending cards and giving gifts. Eating cake and ice cream. Having a party to mark we’re another year older; thankful for the gift of life. But how do we remember a death day? When someone departs this world, leaving loved ones behind. There’s no joyous party or celebration every year. It’s a somber, bittersweet day of remembering a loved one saying their final goodbye, that last embrace and tender kiss.
But in the sadness there’s also a sweet remembrance of who that person was, the cherished moments shared, and how very good it was.
October 10. Today is one year since my husband, Gary passed away. And October 26, three years since my Mother gone. There’s not one day I don’t think of them, and miss them. Anticipating this date, but not looking forward to it I decided to look through our family photos, and was surprised at the joy it brought me; to see, and recall the big and little, the ordinary and not so ordinary times of our life together. The word blessed can sometimes be over used, but truly Gary and I were blessed. In our marriage, in our friendship, in our sons; in the faith we shared. Gary and I not perfect people, but we were a perfect fit one to another. So this day, the day of my husbands passing, I celebrate him; the good, kind, fun, generous, hard working, faithful man he was. And am ever grateful for our many years together.
I love you for all eternity, Gary Dobbs. I carry you in my heart
Your Kathleen.
