grieving with guinever

Today was Abby’s birthday, so I baked a cake. The chocolate bundt cake made a nice dessert for after dinner, but there were no candles since the birthday girl isn’t around to blow them out. I wonder as she celebrates eternity in heaven if she is aware of her entrance into our world four years ago.

Last year on this calendar day, I took a bouquet of 3 yellow roses to Abby’s grave. This year, it would be 4 since another year has passed. When I got to her stone, someone else had already left four peach colored roses with pink ribbon and a butterfly. OK girlfriends, who was it? Fess up. Thank you, I love you. I love the rest of you too who didn’t go to the cemetery this week.

This year’s February 26 was easier on me than last year’s, much easier.