Today has been a bittersweet day for me. The sweetness is the result of the outpouring of birthday wishes received from family and friends from around the globe through their Facebook posts, phone calls, text messages and emails. Thank you for the warmth which your loving attention has instilled in my soul. I also owe the glow of my heart today to you.
You all know what the cause of my bitterness is. This morning when I left the house, I was welcomed by sunshine and mild temperature. It was a glorious day, perfect for a day off from work to celebrate one’s birthday. However, after visiting Shahdi at the cemetery, I stopped noticing the beauty of the day because I was reminded again that I would no longer be able to have lunch with my daughter on my birthday or hers. Today would have been a most suitable day to spend it in the company of my daughter, to enjoy a light lunch together, followed by some Christmas shopping, and then stopping for a late afternoon coffee. I miss my Shahdi. If Shahdi loved you, she would never forget your birthday and would always do something special for you. You could always count on her to lift your spirit on your birthday if no one else did. All I could do today was to look at a few of her past birthday presents to me which can be found around the house, like the mosaic vase by the fireplace, or the hand-painted blue plate in the kitchen, and appreciate these priceless mementos of my loving child.
Thus, I am grateful to you who have sweetened my birthday, but Shahdi’s absence will always keep the bitterness present in every day of my life.
You all know what the cause of my bitterness is. This morning when I left the house, I was welcomed by sunshine and mild temperature. It was a glorious day, perfect for a day off from work to celebrate one’s birthday. However, after visiting Shahdi at the cemetery, I stopped noticing the beauty of the day because I was reminded again that I would no longer be able to have lunch with my daughter on my birthday or hers. Today would have been a most suitable day to spend it in the company of my daughter, to enjoy a light lunch together, followed by some Christmas shopping, and then stopping for a late afternoon coffee. I miss my Shahdi. If Shahdi loved you, she would never forget your birthday and would always do something special for you. You could always count on her to lift your spirit on your birthday if no one else did. All I could do today was to look at a few of her past birthday presents to me which can be found around the house, like the mosaic vase by the fireplace, or the hand-painted blue plate in the kitchen, and appreciate these priceless mementos of my loving child.
Thus, I am grateful to you who have sweetened my birthday, but Shahdi’s absence will always keep the bitterness present in every day of my life.
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