My tiny slice of paradise...
"And I know you're shining down on me from heaven...
And I know eventually we'll be together one sweet day.
Eventually I'll see you in heaven."
It's early morning.
A few years ago, when Mr. Gorgeous asked me what I wanted for my birthday, it was a very difficult question to answer. Mr. Gorgeous has always given me the most important things: his love, passion, loyalty, laughter, adventure, unwavering support, three fantabulous children and a great life. Then it came to me - I wanted to celebrate my birthday week with a family getaway to a tiny beach, close to home: no where to be, no schedule - just...us. That's where we are now - and why I'm not regularly posting [sheepish grin].
My sister Rory (right) and I - circa 1970s
And while it's glorious to spend time with the fam on the beach, my birthday is always bittersweet. My sister's birthday is 15 July - today. Our birthdays are 12 months and 4 days apart. We always celebrated our birthdays together. And since she's passed away (1994) my birthdays have never been the same. A piece of my heart, a piece of my soul is...missing. So, on this day, every year, Mr. Gorgeous keeps the kids, I set a chair, umbrella, tiny table and a champagne bucket (filled with a bottle of Veuve, of course ;-} and spend a few hours on the beach - remembering, crying, missing.
My 3 [left to right: Never (7), Sage (9), Rory (10)]
I don't know how my Fantastic Four know when but, just when my grief, pain and despair are the greatest, they come down to the beach, hug me, love me. I see my sister - RORY - in each of my children: their laughter, innocence and joy. It's a blessing that I'll cherish forever.
"Eventually I'll see you in heaven." Happy Birthday sis, I miss you. Right about now, my sister would tell me to get on with it already! So, I will...
Vivre! Rire! Aimer!