Today you would’ve turned 50. I would’ve brought you boiled peanuts rather than cake. I would’ve decorated your office with black streamers,and balloons. Like you did for my 30th, and 40th, and 45th. You would’ve laughed even though you would’ve hated all the black confetti in your things.
We would’ve marveled at how quickly time had passed us by. Remembered all the milestones we’d shared. The births and deaths. Accomplishments and tears. All the moments we’d lived, strung together over a lifetime of friendship and sisterhood.I would’ve hugged you tight. Told you how much I love you. We would’ve promised to be the two baddest chicks at the retirement home. Again. We would’ve celebrated you. Another milestone in your life. It would’ve been your day.
Today you would’ve turned 50. Instead, today I miss you more. More than yesterday. More than tomorrow. Because today the pain of losing you feels brand new all over again.Jennifer N. Fenwick | 27 September 2019
Jennifer N. Fenwick | 27 September 2019