Today is Stephen’s birthday. It’s not a happy birthday though since he passed away 9 months ago. Stephen told me he didn’t want anyone making a fuss over his birthday but he would have been disappointed if I ignored his day.
Stephen is gone but he is always with me. I think he would be happy with just a few words and the rose garden in his memory. I remember when I brought red roses to him when he was in the hospital, he looked surprised and asked who sent them to him.
“Honey, the roses are from me. I hope you like them.”