My sister was born 29 years ago today. I can’t imagine her at that age. I wonder at what she would have become.
Today is always an odd day for me. Part of me wants to celebrate her. To make the day all about the things she loved. I want to colour unicorn pictures, listen to silly pop music and eat chocolate cake with loads of chocolate frosting. All the things we did on her birthdays. Her last birthday was no different. It was a day spend focusing on her and a day spent trying to catch that special smile I’ll never forget. Her blue eyes sparkled when she smiled, lighting up the little freckles on her eyes and nose. She was so beautiful.
What I will do on this day will likely counteract that. This year, there’s work keeping me busy. Most years, though, I feel drawn back to her last day. Not her last birthday. The last day of her existence. That day, too, was perfectly ordinary until I found her. On this anniversary of her birth, I’ll struggle not to think of her death. I hate that her life seems to be defined by that now, but I can’t pull it away.
My goal for this day is to perform some unexpected act of kindness, just to bring the light my sister brought to my life in to the life of another. A way to honour her. If you are at all able, share your own act of kindness today. You will honour the life and memory of a beautiful child who left us far too soon.