I wish I’d gotten through September 22nd in my usual fashion – by celebrating life with the ones I love and having no regrets.
I did get to celebrate my nephew’s 6th birthday, but I had regrets.
It was the first time a birthday party landed on the same day as Douglas’ birthday and I found myself longing for a birthday celebration to celebrate his 21st birthday – what we would be doing had he lived.
It turns out I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was.
It’s a milestone birthday and I found myself wondering who my son would be, had he lived.
Would he be rushing through family dinner so he could go out and celebrate with his friends?
Would we have thrown a big 21st birthday party for him?
As a parent, losing a child is the worst experience you can have and one that we all fear.
To make matters worse, I was the only one who remembered.
No one else seemed clued in to my distress and sadness.
I told my sister-in-law and she gave me a huge hug and got teary eyed.
But then, as life tends to be, we moved on from it.
I am reminded that life is for the living and you either get on with your life or you wallow in sadness, holding on to regrets.
In the end, I choose life.