Happy Birthday to my Ker-Bear

I see you sitting in the sun, on Mom’s balcony.. it’s July 30th, 2006 and tomorrow we will move you into your room at Henry Ford. You’re wearing multi-colored, stripped shorts and a yellow t-shirt, your legs spread out and your face turned to the sun.. knowing this will be the last time you’ll feel the sun on your face for a while. Suddenly you start to cry and as you look at me you say, “I’m not going to live to be 40.”

I don’t get out of my chair, I don’t come over to you and hug you.. I just say, “Yes you will. Everything is going to be fine. Don’t talk like that.” I wish I had hugged you. I wish I could hug you now.

Happy 40th Birthday Ker-Bear. I love you.

Your Jenny-Benny