Oh November 20. Never an easy day. Such a mixture of happy and sad...this day every year is nothing short of an emotional rollercoaster for me and my family.
November 20, 1959 a handsome blonde haired, blue-eyed baby boy was brought into this world and celebrated his very first birthday. November 20, 2007 was the birthday we never thought in a million years would be the last one he'd ever celebrate.
But at only 48 years old, he was taken from us.
While I try to be happy every year on this very day, it's hard. It's hard knowing we'll never get to take him to his favorite barbeque restaurant for his yearly birthday tradition...ribs, sweet tea and homemade blueberry muffins. Or go with him to his favorite sushi spot so he could show me all the best rolls to order. Or that I'll never get to research nights on end for the latest hunting gadget to give him to add to his collection. (He was always THE hardest person to shop for!) Or call him just to let him know I was thinking about him and wanted to wish him the happiest of birthdays.
Oh November 20. Such a bittersweet day.