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Dear Rich
Tuesday, 6 January 2004
January 6, 2002
Oh sweetie,

You did come to visit me in a dream last night! It was so wonderful I am feeling a thrill filling me again. I remember being a little afraid but only because I knew that you were gone and just visiting. I didn?t see you clearly but I knew it was you. You whispered into my ear, very reassuringly. I couldn?t make out all the words but I thought I heard ?my darling?. You held me and rocked me against your chest. I could feel the movement. We made love, that was what scared me a little, how is it to make love with a spirit but I woke up feeling so LOVED and so glad that I?d finally remembered a dream with you. Oh, I hope this is just the beginning. I want more loving dreams?greedy aren?t I?

It does make me wonder about what happens if we do meet someone else? Do I let nature take its course? I really feel YOU are my soul mate, Rich. What if I met someone else and we hit it off ? what happens later? I want to be with you. What happens to the other guy?

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Thursday, 1 January 2004
January 1, 2002
Dear Rich,

And so it?s the start of another new year, you are not here and I have no job. Why am I not feeling anything? I should be raving, upset, cursing at you, me, God ? but I?m not. I have this feeling of almost malaise?a ?whatever? kind of feeling. Let?s see what tomorrow brings. That was NEVER like me. Am I changing? I feel that if one thing is changing it?s that I?m more connected to the kids ? I?m doing more things with them.

Billy at Pathmark at the height of shoppers? frenzy yesterday ? you wouldn?t have believed this kid. He had two special meals all planned out, one for yesterday, one for today. He?s been knocking himself out. It?s almost too much. Anyway, as he shopped in the store, people were crowding around, pushing, shoving and he was just totally oblivious. It was so cool to watch him in action; he was so calm, so unlike you, me and Heidi.

I?ve been going offline more often to do things with the kids, shopping, the movies?I?m learning not to kick myself for not having done this earlier.

I?m still procrastinating on the writing, though?give me a good swift kick, eh?

I love you and miss you,
Me

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December 31, 2001
It?s the last day of a year I?d mostly like to forget, my love. I have spent more months WITHOUT you than with you. Are you with me tonight? Billy made a special dinner for us. We have all the usual New Year?s Eve appetizers and movies ready to watch in a little while. I?ll get through this but it just isn?t the same without you, my love. I miss you. I miss making love with you, holding you, you holding me. The future is unsure ? I can?t possibly say ?it can?t get any worse?. I used to think it, and it DID get worse. I will light a candle for you tonight, my love, and invite you in to be part of our ? what would you call this? Celebration? Observance? Please, sweetie, give me a sign that you are with us and that you still love us?me. I do miss you so.

I?ll always love you ? see you next year?

Love you always,
Me

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Tuesday, 30 December 2003
December 30, 2001
Hi sweetie,

I?ve got this thing that Heidi and Kristin have, yuck. I have no voice?can?t talk?it kind of sucks because I know I need to go back to the dr to get an antibiotic. I had a feeling I should have had him look at me while I was there with Heidi, oh well.

So I survived Christmas without you this year and I think I?ll survive New Year?s too. I took the kids to the mall and we got some more toys, stuffed animals and movies. Maybe I?ll watch Pearl Harbor.

There was this guy I emailed from the WN Personal Ads board, a widower in South Dakota. We hit it off really well, really fast, and I suppose it was too good to be true. I sent him my picture, ah, the kiss of death. Apparently there is a certain type he?s attracted to. I haven?t heard from him since. So it goes ?

How are you spending New Year?s, my love?

I got that writer?s program to work and now I?m going to start journalling/writing stories/doing SOMETHING ? can you read a book coming out of my head? I hope so. I really want to do this. I love you ? I don?t think I?ll ever get over that in spite of being so lonely. Remember this song of Harry Chapin?s? It?s called ?A Better Place to Be?:

It was an early morning bar room,
And the place just opened up.
And the little man come in so fast and
Started at his cup.
And the broad who served the whisky
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been awhile
Since you been around.
Where the hell you been hidin' ?
And why you look so down ?"
But the little man just sat there like he'd never heard a sound.
The waitress she gave out with a cough,
And acting not the least put off,
She spoke once again.
She said, "I don't want to bother you,
Consider it's understood.
I know I'm not no beauty queen,
But I sure can listen good."
And the little man took his drink in his hand
And he raised it to his lips.
He took a couple of sips.
And he told the waitress this story.
"I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool and Die.
And I watch the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was alright.
"Oh she was so damned beautiful that she'd warm a winter's frost.
But she was long past lonely, and well nigh unto lost.
Now I'm not much of a mover, or a pick-em-up easy guy,
But I decided to glide on over, and give her one good try.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was worth a try.
"Tongued-tied like a school boy, I stammered out some words.
But it did not really matter much, 'cause I don't think she heard.
She just looked clear on through me to a space back in my head.
And it shamed me into silence, as quietly she said,
'If you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
Cause I know I'm going nowhere, and anywhere's a better place to be.
Anywhere's a better place to be.'
"I drove her to my boarding house, and I took her up to my room.
And I went to turn on the only light to brighten up the gloom.
But she said, 'Please leave the light off, Oh I don't mind the dark.'
And as her clothes all tumbled 'round her, I could hear my heart.
The moonlight shown upon her as she lay back in my bed.
It was the kind of scene I only had imagined in my head.
I just could not believe it, to think that she was real.
And as I tried to tell her she said 'Shhh.. I know just how you feel.
And if you want to come here with me, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I've been oh so lonely, lovin' someone is a better way to be.
anywhere's a better way to be.'
"The morning come so swiftly but I held her in my arms.
But she slept like a baby, snug and safe from harm.
I did not want to share her with the world or break the mood,
So before she woke I went out and brought us both some food.
"I came back with my paper bag, to find out she was gone.
She'd left a six word letter saying 'It's time that I moved on.'"
The waitress took a bar rag, and she wiped it across her eyes.
And as she spoke her voice came out as something like a sigh.
She said "I wish that I was beautiful, or that you were halfway blind.
And I wish I weren't so dog-gone fat, I wish that you were mine.
And I wish that you'd come with me, when I leave for home.
For we both know all about loneliness, and livin' all alone."
And the little man,
Looked at the empty glass in his hand.
And he smiled a crooked grin,
He said, " I guess I'm out of gin.
And know we both have been so lonely.
And if you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I know I'm goin' nowhere and anywhere's a better place to be."

Yep?I?ve been thinking about this song a LOT lately?say hello to Harry for me, willya love? I sure miss you,
Me

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Monday, 29 December 2003
December 29, 2001
Hi Rich dear,

What is this? Ever since we got back from Milford, I?m not sleeping well again! I?m waking up at like 5 or 6?today I woke up before 4!! I thought, Rich is around, but I didn?t feel you or hear you ? my period was over just a few days ago so what IS this? It?s so frustrating. I know you used to say if you can?t sleep might as well just get up and not get upset about it. This morning, my throat hurt and my sinuses felt inflamed. I think I?m getting what Heidi and Kristin had. Luckily, we don?t really need to go anywhere, I just need to clean the house.

But what is going on? Am I missing you? Am I too frustrated with the kids? Worried about money? I have no idea!

I tried to install a writing sessions program that I ordered and paid for but I?m blocked because the email/password isn?t working. It?s maddening. Here it is six in the morning and I thought I could get started on this but noooooooo ?. So annoying!! I wonder if it?s another email address I signed up under for this? I have just a couple more to try and then I give up until I can get customer service.

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Saturday, 27 December 2003
December 27, 2001
I?ve had some messages from you, Rich, but am still waiting to see you in a dream! Don?t be stubborn, honey! I really want to see you and talk to you for myself without being passed messages from Coral or Robin?although I am VERY grateful for those?please don?t ever stop coming through any way you can! I love you so much!

We had a great weekend. Were you there with us? We left for your Dad?s house on Sunday, the 23rd?my gosh! I can?t believe I haven?t written since then! I can go back and fill in the holes. Anyway, I was okay until I saw the Throgs Neck Bridge. I had a bit of a tough time with that but driving across I just kept thinking, Rich help me out here, Michael help me out here. I?d gotten an email message from Coral that morning with angel cards and I?d gotten the Archangel Michael to give me courage Well, I managed to get OVER the bridge but then we were headed in the wrong direction! So we had to turn around and then I had to go over ANOTHER bridge, the George Washington Bridge and then I finally felt okay. Sometimes when we are in high places (and your dad lives up high) I could feel panic attacks setting in and I?d calm myself by thinking of you.

Anyway, we got to your Dad?s house before 4 and unloaded the car. The plan was to go out Christmas caroling. Rich, I hope you were there with us because it was fun! I don?t think I?ve ever been caroling before, and I do believe the kids enjoyed it. Afterwards we went for pizza. Later, after the kids went to bed I tried to talk to your Dad and Alberta with the message you wanted to give them. Maybe I did a half-assed job but I do believe your father was listening and understood. I talked to Alberta throughout the weekend while he was in ear shot and I?m sure he heard.

Christmas Eve was VERY relaxing. We talked, read and the kids played with their games until later in the afternoon and then Alberta took the kids and me into town for a walk. Heidi was wheezing and having trouble ? I think she?s allergic to cat fur and they have FIVE now. She took some of Billy?s Advair inhaler and that helped her a lot. Alberta and I got a chance to talk more about the similarities between you and your Dad and between her daughter Debbie and Heidi.

That evening, we went to church service. They go to this new Community Bible Church and it was nice. There were a LOT of young people there. I think Alberta is concerned about the souls of our kids because she was tactfully suggesting I find a church home. She?s right ? and I will look. There were so many people inside the little church that we couldn?t light the candles inside. We had to go outdoors. It was FREEZING!! Afterwards, we walked to a Chinese restaurant and had a delicious dinner?and we laughed about that scene from ?A Christmas Story?, when the neighbors? dogs steal the family turkey and the family has to go out to a Chinese restaurant. Three waiters tried to sing ?Deck the Halls? to them and it was hilarious!

Next day we opened all our presents. Billy played Santa Claus and it was fun. Alberta?s daughter, Debbie, and her husband (another Billy) came out for dinner and to open gifts. Debbie was sick with something too but we all made merry anyway.

Yesterday I took new directions from your Dad and Alberta and we went home that way (it seemed to take forever!). What was really SPECIAL though was that I was nervously anticipating the Throgs? Neck Bridge again and had been fighting waves of panic the whole way, concentrating on you and Michael. Anyway, we stopped at McDonald?s to get lunch and ?Stand By Me? was playing. I thought, I?ll be damned if that isn?t from Rich to me to reassure me!

One time when the song came on I said to you, ?When I hear this song, I think of you.? You were surprised. I added, ?yes, I think you?ll always be there by my side.? And according to Coral and the other psychics, you ARE ? which is what has kept me thinking and feeling positive, my darling.

And Billy has absolutely fallen in love with Milford. He wants to move there ? and so does Heidi! What do you think?

Love you, talk later,
Me

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Friday, 26 December 2003
Dreams (written in 2002, I think)
I believe I dream to deal with what?s been happening in my life during the day. Some of my dreams have been silly or funny; the ones I?ve had over the last 18 months have been tragic but hopeful. My first husband, my best friend Rich, died in May, 2001. My dreams about him have had two purposes: to help me deal with the grief and to help him communicate with me.

I wanted to dream about Rich so desperately. I wondered why it didn?t happen ? was it the antidepressants I was taking? Other widows told me that the initial grief is so deep and so intense, our loved ones can?t come through in a dream. Later, when the worst of the pain has passed, they can come to us in a dream. That is what happened with me.

I have had two types of dreams about Rich. In one, he is dead and I realize it. In the other, it?s as if we were both alive and married. I first dreamed about him about 6 months after he died.

I dreamed we were selling our house in Maryland. A deaf couple came to the house, wanting to buy it. Rich and I were frantically trying to pack up the basement and I suddenly realized the toilet was leaking! Rich tried to clean it up but there was just too much water. The deaf couple said, sorry, but we can?t help you and left. Later, I dreamed I was in the parking lot outside a hotel. It looked like it was at the beach, maybe Ocean City. I was looking for Rich and went into the hotel. There was a long line waiting to get into the dining room. I didn?t see Rich. The person in front of me was Alex Trebec and he told me he was sorry, he didn?t know the answer to my question.

It wasn?t hard for me to understand what was going on. The leaking toilet was Rich?s heart condition. He?d had a leaky aortic valve. He hadn?t especially wanted to deal with having a heart condition in the beginning. Later, it was to the point that neither of us could stop the progression. The deaf couple are my parents. When Rich had his heart surgery, they weren?t especially supportive or helpful. I interpret the hotel to be the afterlife. Alex Trebec hosted Jeopardy, our favorite game show, and I thought he was saying he couldn?t answer my question about what happened to Rich or where he was. I think I was just dealing with everything that happened in that dream.

I?ve had several dreams in which Rich either was alive (and it was his last day) or he thought he was alive. I knew in each dream that I was going to lose him. I didn?t want him to know because he looked so young and happy. He was healthy and strong again. I believe I had these dreams to help me work through grief. When I was awake, I sometimes was in a state of shock. I couldn?t believe it happened. I knew that it had but it just seemed so incredible. I think these dreams were to help me let go of him.

I haven?t had as many dreams where I knew he was just visiting for a short time but had to go back to heaven. He came into the room and sat on the bed, holding me in his arms and rocking me gently. He said he could only stay a few moments but he wanted me to know that he would always love me and watch over me. Another time, he lay down next to me and draped his arm across my waist, just as he always used to do. It was a comforting gesture. I knew he couldn?t stay long. I always felt so much better after a dream like that. I strongly believe that life goes on after death and that Rich was actually with me. I think that because heaven is in a parallel time band, we can?t see our loved ones in the conventional way. They can communicate with us through dreams and I think that is why so many people experience after death communications (ADCs) in dreams.

None of my dreams have been predictive. I think it?s possible that some dreams do foretell events. I don?t have them because I am not sensitive to the afterlife and to the future. I think there are people who do have prophetical dreams. Just as a loved one would come and communicate with me, why wouldn?t others try to let us know what?s happening in the future?

Some people don?t like to remember their dreams. I welcome them because they help me understand a little more about myself.


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Wednesday, 24 December 2003

"The Meeting"
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

After so long an absence
At last we meet again:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?

The tree of life has been shaken,
And but few of us linger now,
Like the Prophet's two or three berries
In the top of the uttermost bough.

We cordially greet each other
In the old, familiar tone;
And we think, though we do not say it,
How old and gray he is grown!

We speak of a Merry Christmas
And many a Happy New Year
But each in his heart is thinking
Of those that are not here.

We speak of friends and their fortunes,
And of what they did and said,
Till the dead alone seem living,
And the living alone seem dead.

And at last we hardly distinguish
Between the ghosts and the guests;
And a mist and shadow of sadness
Steals over our merriest jests.


Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

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Saturday, 20 December 2003
Preparing for Christmas
I didn't write this. It was on a mailing list on yahoogroups:

"As we approach the holiday season many many telephone calls have been received regarding tips for coping during the first holiday season after the loss and while still working the way through grief. The losses that many of our friends and families are experiencing are overwhelming, especially during this holiday season. There are many in our communities who will be celebrating (or perhaps just getting through) this holiday after the recent loss of a loved one. There are others who are coping with stresses as the result of mental illness and other physical illnesses. All of us know the stress level is heightened throughout the holiday season. Below are some tips from various sources. It is important to keep one another in our thoughts especially over the next few days.


Take care of yourself physically. Of utmost importance, you must allow yourself to get a lot of rest. If your body is weary, take an hour to sit or lie down. Your body will tell you what you need. Loss and stress drains the body of energy and strength. Don't try to do what you have done at previous Christmases. If you want baking and decorating to be done and are not in the mood, ask someone to help you. Don't be afraid to admit your physical weakness. Remember at holiday time, your emotions will play a large part of your everyday schedule. Take time to sit down, review your thoughts and weep if necessary. Let the tears come...they are important. Traditional Christmas practices can be put aside until next year. You and your family are the most important consideration. Remember, it is ok to put yourself first! It is ok to do things differently this year.

Celebrate Christmas in a simple manner. Christmas had its beginnings in the simple and lowly surroundings of a stable. This may not be the year to put up all the extra decorations and lights. Perhaps just a tree and some trimmings with the family joining in to help. A simple creche on a table can help to bring your attention to the meaning of the holiday. Don't feel pressured to send cards this year; let your friends send you the blessings through the mail. Everyone will understand. Don't do all the time-consuming Christmas baking you usually do at the holidays, unless you genuinely want to. Your family will be ok! Allow yourself to buy cookies at the bakery and just have wassail and cookies for dessert. Christmas dinner can be special. It is usually better to have dinner at another's home. Let a relative have dinner at their home....if that is what you want. Don't feel responsible to bring anything. Let them treat you, or go out to a restaurant for dinner. If you insist on having the dinner at home, then do a simple buffet with items from the deli, paper plates, etc. If you need to, place some candles on the table, but everyone will remember this Christmas, if all of the family is together.

Christmas Programs and Services. This year may be difficult for you when you go to programs or church services. Give yourself permission to stay home if you want to. It is ok if you don't go, even though other family members may pressure you to attend. Remember next year will be better and you will be back at these events. God understands how you feel emotionally and does not judge you for not going to church if it hurts too bad. Don't feel guilty. Just staying at home by yourself and watching TV, reading, etc., is ok. Remember we are not approved by God because we go to church, but because of His precious Son, Jesus and His death on the cross for us.

Remembering your loved one. At Christmas time, we usually want to do something to remember our loved one. Perhaps going to the cemetery and placing new flowers, a small tree or cross will help you. Cemeteries at Christmas time are very pretty. Sometimes, it helps to walk around and see how others have remembered their loved ones. Some families write a little note and place it on the grave. Other families may just sit there and talk to one another or the person you have lost. There may be days when you cannot go to the cemetery; it was too painful. That is ok too. Some people donate time and money to needy people as a memorial. Others help those who have lost loved ones by contributing money to the family. It seems to help our grieving hearts to do something tangible to remember our loved one. Many families can sit around the dinner table or tree and talk about their loved one. Good memories shared bring healing to everyone. Remember, though, to let all the family members grieve in their own way.

Other suggestions.
Lower your expectations and the pressures you put on yourself.
Give yourself the gift of time. The holiday itself will be only twenty-four hours in length.
Plan your day, keeping it simple. Allow yourself time to face the hard reality of your loved one's death, in a manageable dose, if you think you can do so this year.

Don't keep yourself so busy that you avoid your feelings or distract yourself from the reality that your loved one is no longer alive. Remember that feelings just are...feelings are ok.

Perhaps writing in your journal or even responses to the following statements will help your grieving process:
When I think of this holiday without you, I feel _________________.
The things I will miss most of all this special day without you is _______________.
The things that you gave me that were important were _____________________.


Next year will be better.
Always keep in mind through the holidays that this season will soon be past and with the new year things will get better. Also remember that there are many people like you who are walking through this season just like you are doing. Jesus will walk through the days with you and things will get better. You may think that most families are having a wonderful holiday season, but that is not the real story. You are not alone in your grieving. This thought may not comfort you now, but later God will show you opportunities to help others who grieve as you have grieved.

Building Memories at Christmas!
Buy a small live tree to place in the yard after Christmas. The tree will be there in years to come and may be decorated with lights each year. (not necessarily a Christmas tree)

Candles help to bring warmth into a home a Christmas time. The light is a symbol of Jesus' birth. Luminaries in the yard bring a sense of peace, particularly on Christmas Eve. (white sack, sand in bottom, small candle inside; line the front of your home near the street or sidewalk)

Remember your loved one in your home in a special way. Perhaps a small vase with a single rose; buy an electric candle to place in your window. Often a poinsettia plant or a Christmas cactus provide memories if you replate them later. Children need to have something to help provide them with a memory of that special person they lost. Whether it is the loss of a sibling, parent, grandparent, friend, etc., allow the child to help pick out something so the whole family will remember their loved one. Buying a special ornament for the tree is a memory building for upcoming Christmases. You can be sure that whatever is done to remember the loved one, will be treasured and remembered for many years.

Be sure to keep some of your family traditions especially if you have children at home. They need to have warm familiar feelings at Christmas. Pick two or three traditions that will not overwork any one person. If a friend or relative can help put up the tree, decorate, etc., this is helpful. If possible have a relative or friend take the children to a Christmas pageant or concert; a night out looking at Christmas lights or a good Christmas movie. If you feel comfortable, then attend yourself. It will be a major step in the healing phase of grieving.

Christmas is certainly more than decorated trees, songs of snowmen and hectic shopping and gift giving. Christmas is a time to recall God's great love for us symbolized in the birth of the Christ child. As you walk through this holiday season, try to remember and focus on God's gift, which is so great that it encompasses all pain.

We are people of the past, present and future. We have been taught the value of the past. Some memories are happy ones, others are tragic or sorrowful. May we all find the grace to move the death of our loved ones into our memory. May the memories find a place of honor in our lives, but may we also be able to live fully in the present, which is all that has been given to us, and to move forward into the future with hope and confidence that we are experiencing guidance, empowerment and healing."

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Friday, 19 December 2003
December 19, 2001
Hi sweetheart,

It?s about 8:30 in the evening of my birthday, my first one without you since I met you in 1983. And yet, except for a few moments here and there (once, when I was passing a Big & Tall store on Sunrise Highway that we went to frequently) and right now, I didn?t feel sad. I slept soundly, hoping the night before to remember a dream with you in it. I?ve been praying to God, to the angels and asking you to please come and please let me remember but it didn?t happen. Still, I was in a good mood.

I went to the mall and did some Christmas shopping for the kids, for Alberta, your father ? and for me, too, I guess. I got a couple of things that were on the kids? list but a lot of it was also impulsive buying, oh, I think they?d like this or I think they?d like that. I found two books at Hallmark. They are collections of thoughts and verses from mothers to daughters. I looked for a book that was from a mother to a son and there was nothing. There was from FATHER to son ? and I couldn?t bring myself to buy it. I got Billy an ID bracelet. I hope he feels it is masculine enough to wear. I was still going to try and find a mother to son book.

I came home and took a nap. There was something odd going on last night so I knew the kids were up to something about my birthday. They were upstairs like a bunch of conspirators until about 11. I came up, read for a while, and then turned in but noticed Billy was still up ?cleaning his room.? And you can actually see into it. The piles of clothes have been moved to one big hill in the hall way upstairs. I can see the floor entering his room although God knows what is still behind the bed. Anyway, I said to him, ?Don?t stay up too late? and he said he wouldn?t, but he wanted to clean his room. I said, ?You don?t have to do that now? and he said he was almost done.

Anyway, he overslept, which is really unusual for him. I got up at six and he was still sleeping so I woke up and came downstairs to find his robe draped over the door to the hutch. I spent about two seconds wondering what it was doing there and then just went about my business making my coffee. Billy was so tired and dragging around but he made it off to school. When I got up from my nap though I could see he was just about sound asleep on the couch. I wondered about that. I woke him and sent him upstairs to sleep for about an hour while I waited for the girls to get home.

My plan was to have dinner at Applebee?s and then stop at the bookstore with one of my gift certificates. I found out Billy had a paper and all this homework to do that is all due tomorrow and I was kind of annoyed but I figured it?s MY birthday, he chose to put everything off to the last minute so he?ll have to suffer the consequences. We had a really nice dinner. A young man came around making balloon hats, animals, flowers, and other things. It turns out Wednesdays are balloon night at Applebees. Nice to know I can associate Wednesday with something other than the day of the week you died. The man made a bow and arrow set for Billy, a flower for Heidi, a very tall bizarre hat for Kristin and another birthday hat for me. It kind of looks like it has a propeller on it, like a Beanie hat.

We got so FULL. Then we went to Barnes and Noble next. I got the kids some books with the certificate. I also picked up a Georgia O?Keeffe calendar. I always did like her paintings of flowers.

We stopped at Burger King for some desserts and I figured that would be our ?birthday cake? ? except we hadn?t been home for five minutes when Billy came out with a double layer chocolate fudge cake! He had stuck candles in it and was singing ?Happy Birthday? at the top of his voice. I was SO surprised I couldn?t say a word. Billy was so proud of himself. He said now you know why my bathrobe was there and now you know why I was up so late! I asked him what time he?d finally gone to bed and when he said two I nearly cried.

Heidi fussed at him saying it was HER idea too and he admitted yes, it was and that originally she would have stayed up too to help except they figured she would be a perfect beast in the morning after so little sleep. He ended up doing everything himself ? including washing the dishes he?d messed up! I was so touched. I had to give him a big hug.

Kristin said she picked out the cake mix and frosting and I asked, ?When did you do that?? She explained it was when we went grocery shopping. She and Heidi went in one direction with the cart and Billy and I went in the other. Billy was surprised that I didn?t see it being rung up but then I remembered that a big metal rod of some sort fell and hit me behind the knee. It was so painful the managers had to get me a chair to sit in and I missed seeing the groceries go into the bag. I said, ?Dad must have done that so I wouldn?t see the cake mix? and everyone laughed.

Billy hid the cake last night before going to bed and everyone just carried on like nothing was going on. They didn?t want to ruin the surprise and that?s why they didn?t try to stop me from buying the Burger King desserts.

Billy won a pink rabbit for me out of one of those machines at the bowling alley, the same kind of machine where you spent about $20 before finally winning Boo-Boo Bear for me. Kristin bought a green Irish beanie baby bear for me with money she?d saved and I?m not sure what Heidi got me because the gift isn?t finished. It needs to be painted.

I thanked them all for such a wonderful day. I stopped myself from saying the only thing missing was you. What I should have said was that the only thing that would have made the day any better was if you?d been here ? and I didn?t say that either. I?m not sure why. I didn?t want them to feel like what they?d done wasn?t good enough because it was. I don?t think I?ve ever had such a nice birthday ? without you. It would not have been such a good day without the things they did to make it a nice birthday.

I miss you so much Rich. My wish as I blew out the candles was that I could talk to you once more ? and remember it. I love you so much. I?m sure you were with us today, too, and I just want to say thanks for being with me, for loving me, for all the special things you did for me ? I?ll always love you.

I got a balloon for myself today, thinking that you might have picked out something like that. It says, ?Aged to Perfection?.

Goodnight my love. Come up and see me sometime, willya?

Love,
Me

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