Is it weird to wish somebody happy birthday, if they have passed away? When you think about it, birthdays aren’t just for the person themselves. They are for the people who love them to rejoice in the fact that they were born.

In that spirit, I want to say, “Happy Birthday, David!” I want to send his wonderful family love from Colorado. It’s a stunningly beautiful morning here. Powdered sugar snow dusting the trees. Spring around the corner.

It’s funny, I hadn’t seen David in years when I found out he had died. It was a shock when I heard, particularly because getting back in touch with him had been high on my “to do” list for about six months. Of course, there was always something else on my “to do” list that took priority. I never got around to it. I remember David as one of the happiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest people from my group in college. He truly sparkled. I will never forget him. And boy I wish I’d picked up the phone and called.

What’s done is done though. I can’t change the fact that I didn’t call, but I can certainly do things differently going forward. David was the first friend, my age, to pass away. I have lost other people dear to me, but most of them were of an age where you might expect death as a natural conclusion to a life well lived. David went way too soon.

We don’t know how long we’ll be here on earth. We take for granted that we won’t ever age, or get sick, or die. My ever multiplying crow’s feet are telling me that I am not immune. But I can certainly ensure that every minute (well, let’s be realistic MOST minutes, or at least as many as I can eke out each day) are well spent.

If I were to die tomorrow, would I be happy with the time I spent with my kids? My husband? Pursuing my dreams? Since I’m not sure of the answer, I’d like to invite you to my new blog where I am going to explore some of these themes over the next 12 months. I want to be sure my life is well lived. I want to try and find time for my dreams (amid all the daily struggles) – while doing all the other required things in my life (ie, going to work and paying the bills). I am hopeful my blog will keep me engaged and honest. We’ll see where it goes.

But today I want to celebrate a wonderful person who, while here on earth, lived his life well. Since his death, I have been blessed with becoming close with his family. I always wanted to be Jewish, and now I have Jewish mom (and I never even have to go to services, what a deal)! I have a new and wonderful connection to Venice, Italy – where David’s sister is pursuing HER dreams. I have learned all sorts of wonderful history of Denver through the eyes of David’s dad. Isn’t it strange how things work out?

Like David’s family, I believe in “signs”. I try to stop and listen when something seems familiar, or if some 6th sense stops me. I try and take note and see what I can learn. I don’t always do this, but I try. I want to offer this short note as a “sign”. He’s not far away, nor is he forgotten.


One Response to “Signs”

  1. Jill Says:

    This was so beautiful Kim, you have been the greatest gift to our family…all of us! Thank you so much for posting this, you are so special! Love you! xoxo

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