Promises

Owen,

Once again you have sent me a gift.

This year as your birthday & death day approached I have found myself wanting to hibernate. I wanted to snuggle down into my bed, pull the covers over my head and just close my eyes until these difficult days are over, but I will not.  I have responsibilities to your brother and sisters, to your father and our friends, to myself and to you. Promises that I made to you that I intend to keep. So I will get out of bed and put my feet on the floor. We will have cake and tell stories about you; what and who you looked like, who we thought you might be. We will laugh and sing and dance. I will celebrate you today. I will remember the promises we made each other.


Love,
Mom