It is currently 11:50 pm on February 9th. In 10 minutes, it will be your birthday. It would have been your 51st birthday. The last selfie you posted, was a new wig you got. It was gorgeous because you looked good in everything. Your post shared your excitement for turning 51.
It’s your last post. Usually, you’d post a lot. Anyone else, it would bother me, but with you, it never did. I loved seeing your posts. Your lovely selfies, you really knew how to dress up, every day was an occasion to look fabulous.
You’d post about your “heartbeats”, your grandkids and kids. You’d share those happy moments with those you loved. I loved those posts, I miss them. I miss seeing your love in action, your happiness. It would somehow make my day better.
You’d post your seafood deals from Market Basket. I loved how you loved seafood and how excited you were for to find a deal. How often you used your skill of finding deals to not only treat yourself but others. Rarely we spoke and you weren’t doing something for someone. — That’s the person you were. A kind, giving, and compassionate.
I want to tell you I miss you. How you were the warmth of the sunshine on my face after a harsh winter.
You were a dandelion growing in the crack of the concrete, bringing a smile to my face.
You were love, unconditional, true pure love. A love that is kind, gentle and understanding. Love that makes you feel safe.
Denise, I miss you. Happy birthday beautiful.
