There are some dates in our lives that will be forever marked "special". Tomorrow is one of those days.
Not just because it's Thanksgiving, but because it would have been my son's 27th birthday if he were still alive.
It's hard for me to believe that it's been five years since we spent Jeremy's 22nd birthday with him, which was also on Thanksgiving Day that year. It was on Saturday that my husband and I took Jeremy to report to his Army Reserves Unit to report for active duty. He was in the 961st Quartermasters.
One of Jeremy's friends from the 961st called me today. It made me feel so good to know that he still thinks about and misses his friend. Thank you, Mario, for your phone call. You cannot know how good you made me feel.
Yes, I am sad, but I think the sadness has been replaced by a sense of being grateful for the time I had to be Jeremy's Mom. I will always remember the moment of his birth and his big, beautiful eyes looking up at me. I will forever remember his first words and his adorable baby face. The sound of Jeremy's voice is burned into my heart -- especially the way he said "Hello, Mother" when he called me.
So, this Thanksgiving Day, I give thanks for Jeremy and his life.
I give thanks for my beautiful, amazing daughters that I get to spend the day with.
I give thanks for the gift of my grandson, Aiden, who is my joy.
And I give thanks for Maxx, my husband, partner, lover, best friend and confidant without whom I would not have been able to live through so much heartache and sorrow.
I am truly blessed.
Oh, and Jeremy, I feel you. I know you are looking over my shoulder. And I love you with all my heart, always and forever.