My daughter’s first birthday was the 20th of this month. I was severely disappointed by the people who had promised to participate, but didn’t even bother to acknowledge her birthday, let alone release a balloon.
I have come to realize, that after the first couple of months, people just think you need to shut up and get over it. At least, they think that way until they lose someone they cared deeply about. Though it’s not like the pain of losing a child, they regret their words none-the-less. Sad that they have to learn that in such a hard way.
Like I said I wanted to, we released a slew of balloons in her honor. Most were pink and blue, but there was one, however, that was a beautiful white. It carried a very personal message up to the skies to her.
The day was sort of peaceful. Almost…healing. It felt good to be able to celebrate something to do with my daughter. Her birth was not a day of grief or depression. It was a wonderful joyful day, and I want to keep thinking of it as such.
I had a few friends step outside and release balloons for her. One was in California, one is in New York, the rest were here in Missouri, and it was just so wonderful to see pictures of the balloons going up. My parents, husband, kids and I released 30 ourselves. My mother-in-law took 40 to work with her, and her coworkers each grabbed a balloons and released them all together.
So, in all, there were around 100 pink and blue balloons to float up in the air in honor of little Robin that day. It is such a wonderful thing to think about.
I hope you had a wonderful birthday Robin. We wish you could be here with us to have celebrated it, but I hope you got your balloons anyhow. We miss you down here.
And a special thank you to Gisela, Sue, Megan, Lizziey, Sam, and my parents for taking part in this special day.