I’ve used hammers made out of wood
I have played games with pieces and rules
I undeciphered tricks at the bar
But now you’re gone, I haven’t figured out why
I’ve come up with riddles and jokes about war
I’ve figured out numbers and what they’re for
I’ve understood feelings and I’ve understood words
But how could you be taken away?
And wherever you’ve gone
And wherever we might go
It don’t seem fair…
Today just disappeared.
Your light’s reflected now, reflected from afar
We were but stones, your light made us stars.
~ Pearl Jam
It’s not often we posthumously celebrate a person’s birthday. It’s kind of a dichotomy to commemorate the birth of someone dead, but I’m prepared to start a new trend.
My beloved Gam would have been ninety-five this month. I’ve spent the last decade or so creating a festive atmosphere for her and I can’t see any reason to stop now.
Seeing as she was born on the spring equinox, I felt a picnic was called for. So a few friends gathered at the Mission Rose Garden to toast and remember, visit and snack. Naturally, there was champagne…and flowers. Gam would have loved it.
No matter how many years pass, I will forever long to have her near. Though the pain will lessen, I will always miss her. She was a jewel among rocks.