Dear Sonzee,
Today, 8 years ago you came quickly into our lives, but 3 years and 8 days ago you slowly left. Making it your 4th birthday we have had to celebrate without you here. It doesn't make sense to celebrate a day when the reason, you, is missing, yet here we are, again. The truth is, this year was the easiest. All of your many signs over the last few weeks have been a significant help with that.
A bit over a year ago a friend of mine realized her father shared the same yahrzeit as you, the 8 of Shvat. She came with us to say kaddish at your grave. While she was there she also noticed that you and her father also shared an English birthday. Aba says the chances of that are about 1 in 40,000. We know how well you understand rare.
On Thursday this week, this friend invited us for Shabbas lunch today. At the time neither of us was thinking about the date. On Thursday night, before leaving for hockey with Tzvi aba asked me if I wanted to celebrate your birthday with a cake. As usual, when aba asks me about plans to honor one of your dates I snapped. Why would I want to have a cake? We have never had a cake, why start this year? He gave reasons why, but I continued to be annoyed. The conversation ended.
Yesterday morning I received a text. It read that my friend's children and she were going to be making a cake for her father, would I like her to add your name to the cake because birthdays can be so hard. I paused. I had forgotten that you and her father shared your birthdays. I immediately smiled and said yes, that would be amazing. It's funny how that came together. I knew that it was meant to be after that text, after all, I am sure you were involved in this orchestration.
8 years ago you came into this world and everything we ever knew about life and parenting went out the window. Usually, on a person's birthday, they make a wish, they get gifts, and they are celebrated. For 4 years your wishes were your secret only. For 4 years the gifts you got weren't anything you could have asked for. For 4 years you were celebrated the best way we knew how. For 4 years I wished that you would no longer suffer, that you would find peace, and that you would be able to be free. For 4 years you gave me the gift of your life. For 4 years you let us celebrate you with hugs, kisses, and love, the only way we knew how. For the last 4 years, you have made my wish come true. For the last 4 years, you have given me the gift of believing in faith, in signs, and a new beginning of trust in Hashem. For the last 4 years, you have given me the ability to continue to celebrate you.
Thank you for choosing us to be your parents, for allowing us the greatest opportunity of trusting us to help you complete your earthly mission, and for helping me to see that you are never really as far away as it some days feels.
I hope your actual wishes can be spoken, be heard, and have come true, and I pray when the time is meant to be, that I am given the gift of seeing you live them, so we can celebrate together.
Happy 8th birthday baby girl!
Until next time.
Love always,
Ema
No comments:
Post a Comment