Today would have been Herschel’s birthday. I would have hung up the “Happy Birthday” streamer. I would have bought him a card and a gift. And I might have made a nice dinner.
I didn’t do any of those activities. This year, I celebrated Herschel’s birthday by visiting his grave.
No streamers…yet streams of tears.
No card…rather prayers for him to enjoy his new hard-earned home.
No gift…instead requests for him to guide us from his enlightened place.
No dinner together…rather moments in prayer, feeling his spiritual presence.
It was a different sort of birthday celebration.