I’m on Facebook practically every single day. Today is no different. But a memory came up from last year that has a share button. I open it. I hover over the share button. I debate what to do.
All too often I have seen others on social media share their memories of loved ones that have passed and thought it was something I would likely never do. Yet here I sit, debating. This is my first time on this side, with my own perspective.
Last year at this time, I was getting ready to go to my sister’s home, to celebrate my father’s 80th birthday. I found this cheesy light-up birthday hat to help commemorate this milestone. My father had a great sense of humour, so I knew it would be received in its intended playful spirit.
I was really excited as this year I was able to afford to gift him a tablet. Years of financial struggle saw me bringing a bottle of Copper Pot in a gift bag, but not this one. Much to my absolute delight, he was thrilled with it.
In the weeks and months following, I would receive a few emails thanking me for the gift as well as thanks during our phone calls. I had opened up the world of many, many, many versions of solitaire and soccer scores that were readily available online.
What a difference a year can make!
Today would have marked his 81st birthday. No party hats today, no cheesecake, no Copper Pot. For me, just wondering how this all looks going forward. What do I say to my mom? Is she okay? It’s still fairly early in the day, so we’ll see how it all pans out.