George liked the idea that the longest day of the year fell on his birthday (not the other way around) and this year would have been his 60th. He was not pleased about being 60 even though we have been to many friends 60th birthdays so he was not alone at this milestone. He was not happy about feeling 60 either; stiff and sore (waiting for another hip replacement) and more tired than he thought he should be (we now know why).
We would have had a big party though especially with it falling on a weekend. He would have been in his element; talking, bar tending, playing bocce, bar-b-quing, flitting from group to group. It would have probably been very similar to the Canada Day parties we used to hold with friends from work, Paris, Long Point, sailing, family and no clear start and end. Probably would have moved into a gathering around the fire pit at night.
It truly has been the longest day of the year for me to get through. I wanted to spend it alone, to grieve, cry, as much as I needed to. I went to his grave briefly. I spent some time this evening watering the trees, something he did every night in the summer.
June is a tough month - last weekend Fathers Day, this his birthday and next our anniversary. July should not have the special days to deal with.
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