Today would have been Cindy's 46th birthday. Early in our friendship, we both knew each other's birthday months but kept forgetting the actual day. I came up with a trick and told her "just think 7-11." Hers was the 7th of March, mine was the 11th of August. If she wasn't on a ski trip with her brothers, we would be celebrating with lunch and a movie, or maybe a hike. I still miss her, but I'm getting used to it.
Instead, I'm getting ready for my bi-monthly dog therapy visit to Anaheim Regional. I'll be a little melancholy, but by the time I leave I'll feel better that I'm contributing to the community.
That's all, I just wanted to post something today. xoxo
Instead, I'm getting ready for my bi-monthly dog therapy visit to Anaheim Regional. I'll be a little melancholy, but by the time I leave I'll feel better that I'm contributing to the community.
That's all, I just wanted to post something today. xoxo
This comes from Lore:
ReplyDeleteSunday, March 7, 1965................. I had been having labour pains most of the night, and about 5 in the morning I knew that the time had really come to get to the hospital. I had a fairly easy labour and delivery and Cindy came into the world at 2:25 in the afternoon. Sunday's child, they say, is full of grace. Well, she was, but I was born on a Sunday also and would never call myself graceful.
She came with a head of red hair. Now, there is no red hair in either of our families, so where did this come from? Within a few weeks it went blond, much to her father's relief.
This was of course before the days of ultrasounds, so the fact that it was a Cindy, and not a Michael, as I had predicted was a surprise.
Cindy's obsessions with order and cleanliness were there, I think, on that Sunday afternoon, for this was a child who could play in a mud-puddle and not get dirty. She also took great pride in helping look after her two little brothers as they came along, so again, I think her caring nature was just that, nature, not necessarily nurture.
Although her life was of course way too short, we have all been so blessed just to have her in it. I too am trying to get to the positive, for she surely would not want us to be so sad all the time. I would be remiss if I didn't mention her wonderful husband Bruce also. He was such a "brother " to both Michael and Danny, and we miss him terribly too.
There is one more big hurdle for us. Next week, the final report of the cause or causes of the crash will be released by the Transportation Safety Board. Michael and I will be in Vancouver to receive the report in person.