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#100happydays Day 5

May 17th is not an easy day for my family and others. It is a day that, sadly, commemorates death. It is easy to say that a person’s life should be celebrated rather than their death, but the day they died will always have power.

In my attempt, not to diminish my loss and the waste of a life, but rather to recreate happy memories to share the sad ones n this day, I try, when i can, to make May 17th a day with some joy in it too.

It is one of the dates included in a most epic weekend I had years ago with friends; a weekend that still has a name

It is the birthday of a friend of mine and she deserves it to have happy energy

It is the birthday of a friend of mine’s child – and he too deserves good energy

Last year it was the day we got Ozzie, my little canine game changer

And this year I decided to make it about our relatively new home. We went to the nursery, bought flowers and seedlings and soil, and i spent a happy afternoon in my front garden

When I drive in and out of the property it makes me smile

So on this happy day I say cheers to Stephen, I miss you, I love you, I wish you were still here

But cheers also to a happy day – cos he’d kick my butt if i simply wallowed20150517_130710 20150517_125727 20150517_125702 20150517_125650

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Birthdays

Birthdays are funny things really.

44 years ago I did nothing heroic. My mother did all the work. And in my case a few doctors were involved and we both nearly died and my non-emotional dad told my mother he loved her for the third time only. Ever! (odd man he was – he said he told her once and that was the state of being and he would tell her only if it changed. Which in some weird way I get.)

I do get that it was a big day.

But the point is that of all the people involved, I did the least. Mom pushed and was sliced, dad paced and was worried, aunt looked after brother who was overjoyed at a sibling. All I did was get yanked out and screech. And I managed to be a girl which was the plan all along.

 

But again – I did nothing

 

And yet, every year on the 2nd November I get gifts and treats and congratulations. ‘Well done’ says everyone, ‘let us all celebrate the day on which you did the least you have ever done in your life.’ And at the same time let us not even consider the people who did all the work. Or really, the pushing, sweating, in-pain mother who did everything.

 

So, while I love the gifts and never want them to stop coming, today I sent my mom flowers.

‘Thanks for having me’

 

I think we should all do this on our birthdays – cos we should really be thanking them