Jill Of Some Trades

And Master Of At Least One

A Card from an Angel

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I’m just going to go ahead and say it – I hate my birthday. I have for most of my life. I could never put my finger on it. Maybe it’s because I was a summer baby and birthday parties just didn’t happen for us. Maybe because I spent time at camp and it just wasn’t a big deal there. My mother and sister were both dismayed by my birthday hatred.

Now that they are gone, birthdays seem like ever more of a chore to me. People try to make it special but without the person that gave birth to me and the sister who was there for me my whole life, I just don’t really want to celebrate. I don’t know if it is because they can’t celebrate, so why should I be able to or if it just doesn’t feel special anymore.

The first birthday after my mother died, I cried the entire day. My sister tried so hard to make it special for me. She took me for high tea – I cried non-stop from the moment we left the house to the time the tea was over. I told her that our mother would be flattered, and Michele looked at me, and shook her head and said, “No Jill, she wouldn’t.”

I cried the first birthday that after my sister died too. I know that she would have hated that, but it’s just how it is.

Tonight is the eve before my second birthday without Michele and the fifth without my mother. I can tell you that I’ve been crying for hours and I’m totally fine with that BUT because something incredible happened.

I’m very organized, but when it comes to stupid things, I have a tendency to procrastinate. Michele bought me a smoothie blender a number of years ago. It sat, unopened, in a box at the condo that I’m packing up to sell. I decided to bring it to my home and open it today, the day before my birthday. As I took the box out of the bag to open it, a card fell out. It was a birthday card for me from Michele. It was one that I had never seen before. I opened it – and it was by far the dumbest card that I’ve ever seen BUT I will cherish it forever – bad donut jokes and all.

Michele always wanted to be the first person to wish me a happy birthday. Somehow, even beyond the grave she succeeded and I love her for it.

Author: Jill Schneiderman

Hello and welcome to my blog. This started as a one year experiment to try to improve my health, turning to Dr. Oz for advice. One year became two and after that, the writing bug hit and writing about travel, lifestyle and my own musings became more fun so my blog evolved from The Whiz-Ard That is Dr. Oz into Jill of Some Trades. After the death of my mother, I added grief to my list of topics and this became a place for me to remember the good, but embrace the sad as well. I'll never write about any one thing - there is just so much in the world to comment on. Life is all about crying and laughing and learning, sometimes all at once and this is what I hope that my blog is for you.

2 thoughts on “A Card from an Angel

  1. Love this soooo much !

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  2. Pingback: They are Only Things… | Jill Of Some Trades

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