This story is dedicated to my beloved son James, Sunrise: 7-11-88 ~ Sunset: 10-04-09; and my wonderful son Michael, Sunrise: 2-2-84.
May 22, 2010, it was early in the day and I was thinking to myself “How am I ever going to make it without my beloved son James.” It had always been my wonderful two boys Michael and James, and I since they were little – the three of us united. We used to call ourselves “The Three Musketeers;” all we needed was each other to get through the hard times, and there were many.
Over the years, I always made a big deal over my sons’ birthdays. I wanted both my boys to feel special. My mom and dad had always made me feel very special on my birthday and I worked very hard to pass that down to both my sons. So, every year they got a family birthday party and a friend party. The big kid in me loved it as much as they did!
As my sons got older, their views on birthdays became quite different. My first born Michael (a triple Aquarian, if you can imagine that) was born February 2, 1984, so gentle, loving and an absolute free spirit, and didn’t give birthdays too much thought. James and I would always joke with him that he could live on an island and be content.
My other son James was born July 11, 1988, a true Cancer, and well, he’s a different story, completely opposite of his brother. He loved birthdays and even more, he enjoyed getting a present or two! As he got older, he also looked forward to those friend parties more than ever. For his last birthday, July 11, 2009, when James turned 21 years old, he and I went to Mohegan Sun; just the two of us, mother and son. That was our very special time together. James had a blast and so did I. He just couldn’t wait to be of legal age. To use his words, “Wow, I finally don’t have to borrow anyone else’s ID!”