Kind of a big deal...
To the outsider, to someone who simply doesn't "get it" - it may seem like I'm constantly doing things to honor the son that I had to bury. Which doesn't necessarily sound like a bad thing, except that I've been accused of "celebrating death more than life," of doing more for a son who is no longer here than for the two children I am blessed to still have with me. I know I shouldn't care. I know I don't need to defend myself. But, here goes. Explanation. Out of the 365 days a year, there are a few significant dates when it comes to Gabriel. Most are sad, but one is a celebration - the day of his "angelversary," meaning the day he took his first and last breath - August 21st . On this day, we welcome anyone to join us at his grave site to remember him. Each year, we've been surrounded by lots of friends, and a few family members. And every year I notice who is NOT there more than I notice who is. Another Gabriel dat...