The other day was your Birthday Ba. December 7th to be exact. I miss you. This was the first year I didn’t mail you a Birthday card for the longest that I can remember. I really miss that. I prayed of course. I lit up an incense and hope that you heard me. I mean, I think its starting to sink in. Sink in that every time something remarkable happens, I have this gut reaction to call you. Just to say, “Hey Ba, you’ll never guess what just happened…” But when I turn to call, I stop to pause… and then, that’s when I really realize, again. Again, I miss you. So much…

Sister tells me that you’ve never ever really liked your birthday, like it was a marker in the road that just reminded everyone that they were getting older. She prayed that you had a Happy Day, so I think that we’re good there. I totally get it though. I don’t like recognizing my Birthday either.. don’t get me wrong, I like the well wishes and the presents. But just the reminder that I’m getting older. Yeah, you’re right — no need for that stuff. lol! šŸ™‚

You know I hear a lot of theories. About what happens in the Buddhist beliefs about the afterlife. A part of me, well, its just easier to believe that you’re currently moved on and happier. I do hope and pray that things are well.. even great, where you are. No more pain. No more worries…

I miss you here though.. lots. Well, Happy Birthday to you as you would’ve been 89.. I’m not far behind. Such as life. Love you. Miss you. And we’ll talk soon.. šŸ™‚

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