Today is John's birthday. He would have been 50. These are the few weeks of the year where he is a decade older than me, and I loved teasing him about it. He had the same birthday as my dad, who (I think) would be 76 this year.
One of my favorite stories from my mom was from the night she went into labor with John. She had to go to the hospital in the middle of my dad's birthday party. Her doctor had put her on a pretty strict diet at the end of her pregnancy because she had gained "too much" weight. As she walked out the door, all she could think was that she could finally have a piece of dad's birthday cake when she got back from the hospital.
When, she did get home from the hospital, she walked into a house that looked exactly as it did when she walked out. The cake (plates, food, drinks) had been left untouched. I can imagine that my dad got an earful about that.
That's how John came into the world. :)
I loved the thought of you in the world, John. I knew that wherever you were, you spread love with your own brand of irreverent humor. I knew that you made the world better. You made my world better just by being.
And, with you gone, my world dims a little...
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