Today is June 8th. I suppose, since the date shows so wonderfully in this blog, that is rather obvious.

14 years ago, I gave birth to my oldest daughters. Today also would have been my uncle’s 59th birthday. My daughters didn’t survive their premature birth, and my uncle didn’t survive his 30s. I always spend every June 8th, since 1992, wondering why, on both counts.

I also wonder, wherever they are now, if they are celebrating their shared birthdays together.

Care did a picture of “Heaven” for me sometime last fall. In her vision of heaven, my uncle stands watching my grandfather teach my twins to play catch, while my grandmother bakes cookies and serves one to my other uncle, who is close by in his wheelchair. All of the various animals are running here and there, doing their thing too.

Happy Birthday – Brittany, Lori and Uncle Butch. Love you.