I wanted to take the time to wish everyone a Happy New Year. I hope this year brings you everything you hope for.
New Year’s Day is a difficult one for me, and I hope this post doesn’t bring anyone down. I just want to share my thoughts and feelings, and maybe someone else can find comfort in them too.
Today, my oldest son would be 32. He was born at 3:32 AM on New Year’s Day in 1993. I miss him so much, especially on days like today. He was so much fun to be around. His friends would tell you that he was always the one people congregated around and that he was always happy. I’m so glad I was his mom for the 20 years he was here. We were really close, and I feel like we grew up together.
I understand when people say that time makes it easier after you lose someone. It’s only a few times a year that I’m reminded of how much I miss him, but there are random moments when something happens, and I’m reminded again of what I’ve lost. I also know that he wouldn’t want me to be sad.
Happy Birthday, Hunter. You are the best.
