Today was the actual birthday boy’s Birthday. It’s also another 21st – another month since Tom’s death. I’ve been feeling the coming of the 21st each month. It’s like a wave of awareness of what is different, and of what is missing.
Since I’d invested plenty of fund$ to make Sunday a special celebration for YaYa, I did not have plans for today. No cake, and no presents. Having spent more than my budget allows, I had nothing more to give. That was even with my Mom and Sisters bringing a dish to share at his BBQ.
DD, Tash, and BoBo did have more to give. Plenty. They spoiled him with a trip to the beach, made him a special dinner, and then showered him with gifts.
While I loved watching YaYa smile and have fun, I feel so inadequate and alone. I wish Tom were here.