As the approaching milestone of my birthday casts its shadow, a poignant realization has taken root within me—a profound desire for another chance, for more time. In the tapestry of our lives, loss and love are threads intricately woven, and as I reflect on the journey that brought me to this moment, I find solace in the bittersweet melody of both.
We all encounter loss, a shared human experience that unites us in our vulnerability. Whether it be the loss of a cherished dream, a beloved companion, or the plans that once defined our future, the ache of separation is universal. For me, it was the loss of my person, my favorite, my plans, and my envisioned future. She was more than just a presence; she was a vibrant force, a perpetual source of warmth and joy.
In the symphony of life, she played the role of conductor, orchestrating gatherings with a boisterous, “Who wants a plate?” and ensuring everyone’s needs were met with an unyielding, “Who needs what?” Her generosity knew no bounds, a trait that could be both a virtue and a quirk. To a fault, she was always ready to extend a helping hand to a stranger, her spirit radiating kindness in its purest form.
She was my teacher, my confidante, and my greatest supporter. In the ebb and flow of our shared existence, she revealed to me the profound capacity to love and, equally, to be loved.
The lessons she imparted were not bound by words alone; they were etched in the unspoken gestures of care, the laughter shared during mundane moments, and the silent understanding that transcended spoken language.
As my birthday draws near, the yearning for another chance, for more time, intensifies. The desire to revisit those precious moments, to rewrite the script of our shared narrative, becomes a fervent wish. Yet, life offers no rewind button, and the passage of time is both a relentless force and a gentle healer.
