It’s a most peculiar birthday. The Hubby’s out of town, though he sent gorgeous flowers and planted a lime tree and heirloom tomatoes before he left (among other surprises around the house). Sister /BIL had dinner plans but managed to join me for an afternoon in Tilden Park which I’d planned to enjoy alone. My buddy Julie was scattering her Mom, Palma’s ashes over the Pacific, from a boat leaving out of San Pedro harbor. All 18 family members were in attendance. I had some early celebrating last week in SoCal. My brother was hospitalized for pneumonia again – the third time in five months. A complex and worrisome situation. He’s to come up soon for some social contact and recovery.
Naomi (sister in lung cancer from the old Vox days) was with me in spirit today, although she passed away last December. Earlier this week her Mom, Judy, sent me some clothing she thought I might enjoy. The packages contained post-it notes describing the significance of the clothing, whether it was a favorite, something which gave her comfort during chemo, things she enjoyed (knitting, funny monsters), finery for fancier occasions. My heart broke all over again. I was overwhelmed by the kindness of this gesture. I wore something of hers today, hoped she joined me for awhile in celebrating my fifth birthday since diagnosis – a luxury she didn’t have.
I’ll have to add pictures later, and make up for the lack of posting about the dark month of March. There’s much to tell, but this is all for now.