Birthdays in my family are a ton of fun! We celebrate with family and friends... and loads of food. We sing the "Happy Birthday" song and we blow out candles. We make a really big deal out of our special day.
When I was seven years old, my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He was given six months to live. My father lived not only beyond six months but he fought for 15 years. My mom always says, "dad never got to see his 60th birthday" because he passed in October prior to his big day.
I recall my 30th birthday. This was a tough year for me because my health was going downhill fast. A few weeks prior to that birthday I was hospitalized. I spent a week in the psychiatric ward of a local hospital. During that time of severe depression, I saw only each moment as it came. And as I began to heal in the weeks following that awful time in the hospital, I became stronger and lived to surpass my 30th birthday.
In my family, we celebrate birthdays for three simple reasons. First, we celebrate our birth. We rejoice over the day we were born into this world. Secondly, we celebrate another year that we had on earth. We reflect on another year we got to spend together. And finally, we celebrate the year to come. We look forward to the year ahead of us.
Love Note: With all my heart, I genuinely request that due to the content written, please seek the guidance of professional help should you feel you need it.
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