Deborah's birthday was a day filled with joy and sorrow. I bought a very nice Italian cake with real whipping cream on my way home, as well as some cheesecake, and lemon slices. I arrived home and changed clothes. By then, my friends arrived; those constant and brought in boxes and boxes of crock pots full of dinner for all of us. We had buns and pork, and beans and veggies, and snacks and drinks, and other cakes, and of course flowers for my table. The table occupied a big photo of Deborah, that my husband recently took to grief share. I did not make it to the graveside, because I want her birth date to be joyfully remembered.
I was to the point of deep tears when they arrived, for it seemed overwhelming to see everyone edgy, and mourning in their own way by the afternoon.
My nurse daughter and husband arrived later in the afternoon before her shift. It was nice to see her. My eldest daughter invited her boyfriend for the fellowship.
I hope every person who has lost a loved one is showered with company like I was. There is nothing that replaces the love of friends, and the hugs of those who care. Please reach out to someone today, for we have a short time to do good in this world.
Love you all, deeply
Maria
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