I was lying in bed last night thinking about today being Alex's birthday. He would have been 12, and truth be told,I cant even imagine anymore what he would look like. Twelve is so far from 3. I was thinking about his last day, I had read the report that he was home alone with the man who killed him while the mans wife went to the store to get stuff for burgers. Alex never met a burger he didnt love. :) He never got that burger. That boy loved food so much, and in this mommas mind, he should have his burger.
So today I went and got his Birthday ballon, and a little red truck like the one he so treasured, and a burger. And I went to his tree and left it. No, Alex wont ever really have that burger. But maybe he will know that his Mom really loved him, and wished he had had the burger, and gone to Disneyworld, and grown into the fine young man 12 would have brought.
I cant change the past, but I can honor his memory today. Cheeseburger, just ketchup, no pickles...just like you liked it, boy. Happy Birthday
Sometimes Thou may'st walk in Groves,
which being full of Majestie will much advance the Soul.
- Thomas Vaughan, Anima Magica Abscondita