We are rapidly approaching the last of the “firsts” since we lost my mom almost a year ago. I stumbled blindly through my birthday last year, which was three weeks to the day after she passed. We muddled through the rest of the birthdays in our immediate family, except for one still to come, and celebrated mom’s birthday by having her celebration of life on that same day.
Valentine’s Day will be a quiet one for me this year. After my dad died, mom and I made a pact to be each others Valentine. Even after I was married, mom and I had a standing ‘date night’ on February 14th because my now ex-husband always had to work at the restaurant. She and I would go out for a nice dinner and always gave each other either a lovely arrangement of flowers or a cry-inducing Hallmark card full of sentiment that we both honestly meant.
My youngest nephews’ 12th birthday will be the last of the firsts. That will be an odd feeling. But it got me thinking about all of the other milestones, the new ‘firsts’, my parents may see from where they are, but will not be able to physically participate in. This is the calendar year that my brother will turn fifty. I’m sure nobody in our family ever thought that momentous day would come and neither of our parents will be here to help him celebrate and embarrass him with untold stories of his youth.
They will miss my oldest nephew, in just over a year, getting his G-1 (the Canadian version of the Learner’s Permit) and creating a new crop of grey hair on the heads of my brother and sister-in-law. They will miss both of their grandchildren deciding on what field of study they wish to pursue and their subsequent University years and future careers. And they will not be here if the Gods decide to shine favorably and allow me to fall in love again, the right way this time with the person who deserves my heart. (although I know my mom will be doing her best to send that person my way)
I know in my heart that both of my parents wouldn’t miss any of these events. They will be those dancing specks of light we see at dusk, hovering by the window to watch our lives move forward. It would just be so much nicer if they were standing right beside us to share in all of the new firsts yet to come.