Tomorrow is March 21st.
This used to be a day I celebrated.
20 years ago tomorrow, I became an aunt for the first time. I was only 8. I was so excited!! I was the only person I knew at my school who was an aunt or uncle. I took pictures to school. I bragged to everyone I knew, probably even some I didn’t. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to have a nephew!
And they kept coming. lol I am currently an aunt of 9.
Being an aunt is my 2nd favorite job; 2nd only to being a mom. I have loved being an aunt ever since the first born came along. I remember always wanting to be around them. When I was around them, I was begging to hold them, play with them, feed them. Heck, I even changed diapers if it meant I could be with them. I still remember waking my niece up from her nap because someone told me babies usually cling to the first person they see when they wake up. So, naturally, to a kid, waking them seemed like a good idea. :]
Since Corey was born 20 years ago, I have stayed active in their lives as much as possible. You don’t meet me without hearing about my son and my nephews and nieces. They make me who I am today.
Every year, I celebrate their birthday in some way. Either with them, on Facebook, or in spirit (I only live near a few of them.)
March 21st is Corey’s birthday.
This year, instead of celebrating, I am mourning. It is a birthday I will never be able to celebrate again.
This is the first year Corey will not hear a “Happy Birthday” from me. He will not log onto Facebook and see my birthday post.
I know he is celebrating his 20th birthday in Heaven with Jesus. But it’s not fair. I want to celebrate with him, too.
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