Despite the feelings carried by your loss, I still wish you a happy birthday. Happy does not necessarily mean cheerful in this case; at times happiness can be a warm memory, or even a poignant one that makes us appreciate what love for someone really is.
Thank you. And that is beautifully expressed.
I had crate of wines delivered this morning - mostly white Burgundies - but also including a bottle of Amarone and a bottle of an excellent Spanish reserve. The wine shop added a mature Riesling with a note saying "happy birthday! Enjoy a glass on us!" - a lovely and kind gesture.
Last night, I had a chat with my brother; we agreed that we both felt sad, but not regretful, sorrow but no guilt.
We are easy about the circumstances of her death, - as we had her at home with 24 hour care in place for six years - and this sense of - I suppose comfort, and ease - is the payoff. I am comfortable with how she passed away, and easy, but somewhat sad and - obviously - I miss her.
Not just that I miss her, but there is a gap where the role I played in her life - ordering it, organising it, being responsible for her life and wants and needs - used to be, even if, at times, I may have resented it, finding it constricting and constraining.
But yes, when I think of her - and that is often enough - I have warm thoughts and memories. And some of them bring smiles.
[doublepost=1554990659][/doublepost]However, I cannot complain: My wine merchant sent out an extra bottle (of Riesling) in the crate of wine that was delivered this morning, the carer texted me wishing me well for my birthday, (most kind, and very thoughtful, as she now works for others) and her friend informed me that she had planned to call in this week-end, or when I return from the Ukraine, in order to prepare a birthday treat of Filipina noodles - a tradition in the Philippines when celebrating someone's birthday, which she had always prepared for me on - or around - my birthday - if I was home at the time.
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