Well, Richard (the b!)…
Today you are fifteen years old. Unbelievable. I remember when you were just a wee thing and your mom and dad wanted to go out for a couple of hours to have a nice dinner together. They brought you to me to babysit, and just a few minutes after your mom and dad left, you started to cry. I couldn’t do anything to make you feel better. I tried to give you a pacifier, but it made you mad. So I tried to feed you, but you just screamed at me. I walked through my unit of the triplex talking to you, singing to you, rocking you and bouncing you, but you would not be pacified. You wanted your mother.
It has been a year now since she left us. I have been so proud of you this past year. I wish I could be there with you to celebrate your birthday, and to remember your mother with you.
Forever now, your birthday, which has been a source of such fun and specialness for you will be shared with the memory of the day, well, you know. And on this birthday, your first without your mom, I am just about as far away from you as I could possibly be. In the physical realm anyway. In my heart, I am right with you.
I love you so much Richie. And I am awed by the person you have been and are becoming.
(posted in absentia)