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.

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