He doesn’t get any older
Singing video from Randy’s friend Kari. She might have been his best friend. She sent it to him and now it now circulates among my family and friends. She and I have sent it back and for to each other with me standing in for Randy.
Today is Randy’s birthday day—he would have been 68, just like me. But he’ll be forever 65, way too young to die.
As time goes on fewer people talk to me about him, but I did get a message from a few friends, including this video. And I’m grateful.
I thought maybe I’d like a little birthday celebration—just a cake and a candle at Hayley’s house with stories for the grandsons so he would feel more real to them. I hate to think they don’t remember him at all.
But that kind of thing is hard for Hayley and this year has had several deaths for Erin so she didn’t want to participate either. Which is fine; everyone grieves in their own way. But that leaves me feeling alone in my grief. Again.
You know who would have sat with me looking at pictures and telling stories, holding me when I cry?
Randy