Today is the day Joe was born. If he had lived, he would have been 54. In some ways, this year is harder than last. We are no longer numb with disbelief. We have become well-acquainted with the reality that Joe is not going to show up to greet each of his birthday gifts with, “Oh, come on! You bought me a present? Me? Really? Are you sure this is for me?” continuing to express disbelief until Cole and I both yell with exasperation, “Open it!” We know it’s only a memory the way he would delight in the gift wrap, the tape, the folds in the gift wrap, before finally unveiling the gift and pronouncing it the best gift he had ever been given in his whole entire life. We remember the family hug that would follow the opening of each gift, and how the gifts were then put in the middle of the table so they could be admired and talked about all day.
On one of Joe’s birthdays, Cole was sitting in his dad’s lap eating birthday cake when he asked, “Daddy, do you know the best part about your birthday?” Joe played along, guessing presents, cake, and balloons. Each answer was incorrect, and finally he gave up. Cole flashed one of his famous smiles and said, “You Daddy!”
Its sucks to celebrate Joe’s birthday without the best part.
Today, Cole and I are knocking on heaven’s door and wishing Joe a “Happy Birthday!” from his best gal and his best pal.
Tell me, Oh great and wonderful Odd readers what has been one of your very favorite birthday presents?
P.S: The song Knocking On Heavens Door–Joe loved it; me not so much–I found it a little repetitive. In any case, I will bet you dollars to donuts this song will play at least once somewhere where I will hear it, today.