Today would have been my late husband’s 38th birthday, but Brett will remain 34 forever. Before he ended his life, 3 days before his birthday, he talked a great deal on what he wanted to do on that day. I remember him talking about eating at several different sushi joints and wanting to spend the whole day together. I had bought him a beautiful glittery card with the painting of “The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt on the front. I never got a chance to write what I had wanted. I wanted to write how proud I was of him for going to marriage counseling sessions and that I felt like that “silver lining” our counselor had talked about was upon us. That I forgave him, that I couldn’t wait to move forward, and that I loved him so much, that I have always loved him for the last 17 years. Instead, I placed that card in his hands to be cremated with him. Happy Birthday Brett…if I get a chance tonight I’ll try and drink some hot sake.
Above the Rug 