Dear Andrew,
Today is your 28th birthday, which makes you the same age as I was when I had you, making me twice as old as you. I can hear you making fun of me now, my wrinkles, my gray hair, my slower gait, and my fading memory.
You should be here.
I imagine we'd start the day with a Waffle House breakfast, after dropping your kids off at daycare. Yes, I imagine you have two by now. One boy, with your same striking good looks and natural athletic abilities. And your daughter, who has your thick, beautiful long eyelashes and your quick, but subtle wit.
You should be here.
We'd have to meet up with Matt for a couple games of bowling and recount the many times we've done that, specifically the countless games we played in Tampa after Nana died.
You should be here.
The afternoon would be spent on the water, either tubing or jet skiing, and me laughing as you and Matt try to outdo each other with tricks, but secretly praying neither of you get hurt.
You should be here.
We'd talk about how well the Braves are doing while starting the smack talk for our upcoming fantasy football league. We might even talk about a hopeful season for the Falcons.
You should be here.
We'd finish the day with you, your family, Matt & Alexandra, and me enjoying endless shrimp at Red Lobster. We'd all sit in amazement at the amount of scampi you could put away.
You should be here.
I'd end my day with thankful prayers for having you for one more year. Praise for all that you are and all that you have accomplished. Grateful that God let me be your mother (and Matt's mom too). Instead, I am thankful I had you for 20+ years and I praise God for all you accomplished in that short time, including all the lives you touched. I am forever grateful God chose me to be your mom and as much grief and loneliness as there is following the sudden and unexpected loss of you, I still trust God and His master plan for you, Matt, and me.
Stupid motorcycle.
Love you forever,
Mom
