Birthdays

Today is my birthday not that that in itself is a big deal. Marsha and I were born eight days apart, I being the elder of the two of us. Our lives were close like that. Our birthdays were almost symbolic for the way our lives went. Having met in college where our last names put almost side by side in most classes, to teaching together some of the years in classrooms next door to one another, to our faith journey and the understanding of service to the Lord that we shared, our lives just seemed to move in tandem. This day seems very funny not looking ahead to Marsha's birthday next week. It is a day that makes real in another way the departure that has taken place. Our paths have parted for now. We are on separate paths together. I say together because we both still travel with the Lord, and that means together.  We did everything together. Marsha used to joke that they knew me in every fabric store in Massachusetts, and many said they would hire me if I wanted a job because I would fold the bolts of cloth and return them to their proper places after they cut what Marsha wanted. So much has changed and yet I know we still walk together and we still share our love for one another and our love for our family and friends and our love for the Lord. I can still see her smile as I experience events in clock time that she experiences in a different dimension. I can even hear her singing Happy Birthday to me today. She always made that special and filled with cheer and laughter. Sing it baby nobody else can do it justice my love.